He speaks as if he's in debt to the sun; he's truly seen what a female rascal looks like.
Encountered ones more unruly than her, those are called sluts, always eager to get involved without a shred of dignity.
Someone like Song Yi belongs to the cultured and intelligent category of rascals.
"Agreeing to your WeChat was because you were scared. Whether we chat and about what, is it really that important? Isn't the point to collaborate so you don't feel scared?"
"If you act against your will, what if you rebel like now, disagreeing with a single word? Like a teenager, ready to explode like a firecracker? Just one minor spark?"
Speaking, the man gently moved his leg, freeing it from being stepped on by her.
In the next second, his large hand gently grasped Song Yi's leg that was attempting to step on him again.
Song Yi failed to attack, stared intently, unable to free herself.
He chuckled lowly, to him her soft force was really like an insignificant effort.
