"Zhou Mochen!" Xu Su struggled to free her hand. "And you still say you're not a beast!"
Having his hand shaken off didn't seem to anger Zhou Mochen. He retracted it, started the car, and even found a moment to reply, "I'd love to be a beast. Would you let me?"
'Goddamn hooligan. Shameless. Lecher. Scumbag.'
Zhou Mochen glanced at her expression and said, "Don't curse me out in your head. I only touched your hand. Since you want to focus on your studies, I can make sure you're able to."
The late-night roads were sparse with traffic. Zhou Mochen spoke as he drove, his tone betraying no emotion. "However, what happened tonight… I don't want to see a repeat of it."
Xu Su couldn't stand his commanding tone. She retorted, "And what exactly happened tonight?"
Zhou Mochen glanced at her, and in the next moment, pulled the car to a stop on the side of the road.
