Wei Lan glared at Li Zidong with a slight anger. How dare he ask her to warm his bed? Where did he get that confidence from?
"Are you done?"
Wei Lan stood up coldly, grabbed the cup in front of Li Zidong, and splashed the water at him.
"I think you need a wake-up call."
Having said that, Wei Lan turned and walked away. This guy was nothing but a clown. On what ground did he dare such things—just because he's Li Feng's brother?
"Hmm, interesting."
Li Zidong wiped his face with a hand, a first-time experience to be splashed with water. He squinted his eyes at Wei Lan as she turned to leave.
She was dressed in her professional attire, her figure outlined beautifully, which combined with her domineering personality, set a fire ablaze in Li Zidong's heart.
This woman was indeed different.
Li Zidong got up and swiftly caught up to Wei Lan, grabbing her arm. Wei Lan flung her hand to free herself, but Li Zidong pinned her against the wall with a classic "wall-slam."
