The backpack that had been on her back was now seized by Li Hannian and pulled off.
In the bag were not only the keys to the prop room but also her laptop—both important items that naturally could not be left in his hands.
"Give it back!"
She reached back to snatch it, but the man raised his arm holding the bag, and Chu Nanxi grabbed at air.
Chu Nanxi, unwilling to give up, stretched both hands forward, but Li Hannian moved the bag behind him with a sweep of his hand.
She missed again, and displeasure started to color her small face.
"Li Hannian!"
"Anian!"
Li Hannian firmly corrected.
Chu Nanxi spread her hands.
"If you want me to call you Anian, then give me back my bag!"
"I'm just trying to make you sleep more comfortably, just sleep, and I won't touch you."
Not touch her?
Instead of sleeping in a comfortable bed at home, he came here to book a room just to chat with her under the covers?
"Like hell!"
"Then what will it take for you to believe?"
"Get another room."
