"Sir... um..."
"Who are you?" The man lowered his eyes slightly and scrutinized her, "Miss, please let go."
He appeared extremely aloof, his gaze cold and sharp as he looked towards his waist, staring directly at her hand holding onto him.
"Um..." The woman was already drunk; how could she know how piercing his gaze was?
The man curled his lips, "Let go!"
It was truly speechless; faced with this woman grabbing his clothes as soon as she approached, the man frowned in displeasure, "Don't do that."
He was always sparing with words.
The woman, finally under his gaze, shrank her head a bit, "Uh, why so fierce? What are you nervous about? What can I do to you?" Even though she knew he had what she needed, she couldn't possibly just rush up and strip his clothes, could she?
Even though her body was very disobedient and disturbingly hot.
She was still frightened by his intense aura and retreated a few steps. Her whole body staggered and fell against the elevator door.
