Qiao Rui gave him a start when his gaze settled on her and hissed angrily, "Pei Liyan, let me go."
"In your dreams!" the man's voice was ice-cold as his sharp eyes glared at her. "Tell me, who was that person?"
Qiao Rui's body stiffened, her tone equally cold, "You want to know? Dream on!"
"Qiao Rui!" Pei Liyan shouted angrily, his voice low. This woman's temper was really foul and stubborn.
He pressed down on Qiao Rui forcefully, fire spitting from his eyes.
Qiao Rui's gaze met his angry one, and in her chilly eyes was disappointment.
She was extremely disappointed in him.
So it turns out, other than physical interest, there was not a bit of emotion.
Pei Liyan saw the look in her eyes and grew even more furious. She actually had the nerve to show such an emotion.
"Pei Liyan!" Qiao Rui lost her patience, glanced at him, and said sternly, "Who do you think you are? You're the last one who has the right to demand anything from me. Everyone in this world might, but not you!"