Han Jingting's face drained of color, shocked by Pan Dayong's brazenness!
She hurriedly dodged backwards, just barely avoiding Pan Dayong's bear hug.
Pan Dayong licked his lips, his smile growing more lecherous. This cat-and-mouse game only served to excite him more!
"Fancy that, let's see where you can run to, just be a good girl and become my woman!"
As he spoke, Pan Dayong lunged towards Han Jingting once more.
The private room was small to begin with, and Han Jingting had not managed to run more than two steps before Pan Dayong caught her.
"Come here, let me first taste what flavor Miss Han, the beauty, is!"
Pan Dayong leaned in to kiss her.
"Smack!"
Before Pan Dayong could plant a kiss, Han Jingting, out of sheer panic, slapped him squarely across the face.
Pan Dayong's expression instantly twisted into a snarl.
"Motherfucker, ungrateful bitch, looking a gift horse in the mouth!"