The last sentence was uttered in an extremely sinister tone, causing Leh Ying's ears to burn hotly as she bashfully lowered her head, "I just... I didn't."
"Didn't what," he raised an eyebrow, "Didn't smile at someone, or didn't get in heat?"
"There was no such thing," Leh Ying argued with a flushed face, "I offer a smile to every guest."
The man's tall frame completely trapped her as he interrogated her, "Ask you again if there was or wasn't."
"There wasn't." Leh Ying never felt privately that there was; she just looked like this. She'd admit it if you said her appearance seduced people.
He looked down at her condescendingly, "Now, tell me what's hidden in the bag."
"Your lighter."
After speaking, Leh Ying looked up at him. His figure was a blur in the darkness, yet she still felt his overwhelming presence and the hot breath that sprayed over her.
