Qin Han took a step forward, fiddling with the dagger in his hand, looking indifferently at the short-haired girl.
"What… what do you want to do? You won't get your way!" said the girl as she tightened her top.
It was not until this moment that Qin Han realized why he had been attacked out of the blue, mistaking him for a lecher. He had just been sizing her up, that's all.
Looking at the girl again, she indeed had a distinctive appearance, but that figure… was she taking herself too seriously?
"I think you've misunderstood!" Qin Han said helplessly.
The girl remained unfazed and insisted, "Bah, all you men are the same, always thinking with what's between your legs!"
"Thinking? Thinking about what? With a front as flat as your back, what is there to think about? Thinking whether your flatness doesn't need recharging?" Qin Han retorted irritably, was this girl suffering from a persecution complex?
