"Let go of me."
Lei Xiaojiao glared at Lin Mu, panting hard. Her hands were pinned to the ground, her two long legs forced wide apart. That humiliating posture instantly reminded her of a certain kind of ordeal that, for a woman, was full of shame and terror.
"Dream on! I kindly saved you, and you shot me. If I don't teach you a lesson, you really think I'm easy to push around, huh?"
Rare chance he tried to be a decent guy, only to get shot to hell for it; to recover from that, it'd take at least ten days or more. Lin Mu was pissed. He raised his hand, ready to give this ungrateful woman two big slaps, but halfway down he suddenly felt that might not be appropriate. In a rush he changed direction and—crack!—his palm landed on Lei Xiaojiao's body.
In an instant, snowy flesh trembled, rippling with a seductive wave. Bright red finger marks quickly surfaced on that white skin.
Lei Xiaojiao froze for a second, then her pretty face flushed red, so red it looked like it might bleed.
