Just as Yamamoto Yu's hand was about to touch Ji Wei, she reached out and pushed his hand away, picked up the vase on the coffee table beside her, and held it in front of her as a threat, "Dirty old man, don't touch me!"
Dirty old man?
Yamamoto Yu was jolted back to his senses by Ji Wei's actions, finally realizing what he had almost lost control and done.
Although the woman in front of him resembled Wanfei a lot, she was ultimately not Wanfei.
Yamamoto Yu looked apologetically at Ji Wei, forcing a smile as he said, "I'm sorry, I was unintentional just now, it's just that you look so much like that old acquaintance, I couldn't help myself..."
Couldn't help yourself?
Ji Wei's brow furrowed even tighter, still cautious in her eyes, "Mr. Yamamoto, please respect yourself, if you dare to lay a hand on me again, don't blame me for being unkind!" She waved the vase in her hand sternly.
