At this moment, the female officer still had her arms tightly wrapped around James Brown's neck, pressing his upper body firmly against hers, chest against chest, feeling the increased resilience of her bust. The hot breath from the policewoman's mouth kept blowing across James Brown's face, carrying a faint trace of fragrance.
In such a situation, James, a healthy man, simply couldn't withstand the sensation. His body instantly reacted, and an evil thought crossed his mind: to take this policewoman right then and there.
But that thought was only fleeting. With James's mental fortitude, he couldn't be easily swayed by evil temptations. Placing his hands on the ground, he pleaded urgently, "Officer, I swear I'm not a thief. Please let me go; I promise I won't run."
