"It's just a photo, Miss Thorne, don't be so ungracious," a man looked at her discontentedly.
"I said I don't want to take photos now. If you want a picture, come back in a few days."
"Then I'll just stand here and take a picture with Miss Thorne, is that alright?" The man glanced at her arm, reached out, and grabbed it. Melody Thorne always had smooth skin, feeling like a piece of jade, incredibly smooth, making the man's eyes light up as he instinctively rubbed it with his fingers.
"Get lost," Melody Thorne instinctively raised her hand and flung the man away, feeling a strong repulsion from within.
"Bang" came the sound of a glass table shattering.
"She hit someone, she hit someone," chaos erupted around them.
Melody Thorne walked over, grabbed the man's collar, and slapped him several times, until her palm began to go numb. Watching her actions, everyone around could only feel a stinging pain in their faces.
