A hand touches her neck and trails down, finding the necklace and clenches it. She opens her eyes, focusing; her vision is too blurry but still, she can watch the movement of the lips. A guy is examining her closely. He is charming but no magnetic field lures her into him. If it was not for the drowsy effects of alcohol, she might have punched or kicked him long ago. But her energy is drained. She feels weak, helpless and hot. Hot? Why do I feel hot? She tries to move her hand with all her might and fails and remains still. She forces her eyes to keep them open and the only thing she can look for is the mole near the chin.
"Zhang?" she murmurs. Her voice is too slurred yet seductive. The guy stuns for a split second and then pulls the necklace, cutting her flesh and the blood oozes out.
Argh!