Luo Qiangwei flashed him a smile, "Oh, so do you know that women should not be treated harshly?"
"I... I did not treat you harshly!" Yan Chu glared at her, her ravishing features reflected in his amber eyes as he suddenly leaned toward her, his face coming close to hers.
He stared at her intently, half-joking yet seemingly serious, "Weiwei, how about we have some fun? Since I like you so much, just give me a chance, and who knows, maybe Moh Shiche will divorce you out of anger once he finds out—"
His breath grew heavier, spraying onto her face.
His lips were almost touching hers—
Luo Qiangwei's breathing tightened as she quickly extended her hand and pushed him away.
Yan Chu staggered backward two steps, bumping into the decorative cabinet.
She got up from the wicker chair, her bag of chips falling to the ground, her face slightly pale with panic.