His tone was aggressive, like an unstoppable sharp blade cutting at him unexpectedly, and she couldn't resist.
She stood there dumbly. She was so competitive that she was not willing to be subjected to his aggressive attitude, so she said in a cold tone: "I made a mistake. Your house is so big. It's normal to make a mistake. But it doesn't mean that you can do this, Mr. Nangong."
Treat your guests well!”
He raised his eyebrows dangerously and walked towards her slowly. He was wearing black leather pants, which outlined the lines of his thighs in a wild and dangerous way. His honey-colored chest was wildly exposed, and the white shirt couldn't block it at all.
Live the wildness and unrestrainedness emanating from his body.
His appearance is definitely described as one hundred percent, but his level of danger is also in the same proportion.
I don't know why, Mo Xi'er has always been cold, arrogant and intelligent, and has always looked down upon male sex, but this man's elegance and beauty really gave her an inexplicable fear.[
When he was one step away from her, he stopped, and then said in a low and dangerous tone: "Guest? How do I know what kind of guest you are? I have rejected several guests. You are lucky.
I don’t want to reject you!”
Mo Xier suddenly became furious, and without thinking, she slapped him with her hand.
There was a snap.
It seemed particularly loud in this eerily quiet room, and it made her heart tremble.
She slapped her face in a state of extreme anger, almost using up all her strength.
A red palm print appeared on the face as handsome as Satan, but his expression was extremely calm, like the eve of a storm, so calm that it made people feel uneasy.
Because of this calmness, Mo Xier glared at him as if there were thorns all over her body. She glanced at his hand hesitantly. It was such a big palm and the finger bones were clearly strong. If he wanted to fight back...
Her face suddenly turned pale, and her eyes, which were as black and translucent as black gemstones, were filled with deep fear.
This man, the expression in his eyes is full of bloodthirsty, very scary.
Would he be the kind of cruel man who beats women?
Just now he almost did violence to her without any explanation, so now he can do it. Even if she wants to shout, the sound insulation effect here is so good that no one will come to save her.
Thinking about it, she moved closer to the wall and towards the door. There was only three steps away, but she felt it was so far away.
He reached over with one hand, blocking her attempt, and looked at her skin that was exposed in the air with cold and cruel eyes.
It was as if a sharp knife had been lightly scratched on it, but there was no blood in the pain, and she couldn't help but shudder.
The next moment, she met his gaze unconvinced, like a little animal trying to struggle despite being trapped.
His voice sounded softly: "Want to escape? Where to escape? You haven't achieved the purpose of coming here, shouldn't you continue?"
As she spoke, her face slowly came closer, and the pungent smell of cigar came over her. She quickly pushed it away with her hands and said angrily: "Mr. Nangong, please respect yourself!"
His chest was as solid as a mountain. Wherever he could push it open, his voice became softer, but also more dangerous and ambiguous, "Self-respect? How to write it?"
She was angry, how could such a shameless man do this? They obviously didn't know each other, how could he do that to a woman he had never met before??!!![