"Li Changhe, let go of me!" Mi Yao struggled to pull back her wrist. Other than Feng Yueming and Gu Yunsheng, no other man had touched her, and she hated this kind of contact.
Just then, a melodious ringtone sounded—her phone was ringing.
Mi Yao looked at the caller ID; it was Feng Yueming.
He must have been anxious.
Mi Yao's heart sank, and she warned Li Changhe, "Li Changhe, let go of me quickly, or else I'll answer the call and have someone come over."
Li Changhe was also infuriated. With a smack, he slapped the mobile phone out of Mi Yao's hand onto the ground, then pounced forward and embraced her tightly in his arms.
"Mi Yao, let me be honest with you, I've had my eye on you for a while now. No matter if it's a misunderstanding or not, if you want to leave, you'll have to sleep with me first."
"Shameless!" Mi Yao bent her knee trying to hit him below the belt.
