As he was being held down, the young man's longish black hair fell across his face, hiding most of it.
When his eyes met Jiang Qingli's, his gem-like pupils trembled violently. He quickly looked down, and the slender knuckles she held captive tried to reach up toward her fingers.
Jiang Qingli didn't move, just letting him touch her hand.
Her tacit approval held a hint of indulgence.
He glanced up at her, and growing bolder, tried to grasp her fingers.
Before he could, Jiang Qingli sighed and seemed to remind him in a low voice, "Sir, it's not right to get so handsy with an officer."
An embarrassed look crossed the young man's face. "It's not..."
Tang Ran grabbed the unconscious man on the stage, shook him a few times, and after confirming he wasn't dead, tossed him to a subordinate.
She turned just in time to see this.
'This shady suspect isn't just resisting, he's putting his hands on our Jiang Hui!'
'Unbelievable!'
