Li Yeqi's fingers clenched the cigarette so hard it wrinkled, and he looked at her with a cold and distant gaze. Suddenly he relaxed his grip, and the cigarette dropped onto the ground, which he promptly crushed underfoot. He adjusted his tie and walked toward Yan Luoxi.
"Sharp-tongued."
Yan Luoxi watched as his figure drew closer, her keen senses picking up a dangerous scent. She turned to run, but it was already too late. A large hand grabbed her wrist in a firm grip, she turned in panic, only to be pushed by the man into the restroom.
With a "click," the restroom door was locked. She looked up at the man in close proximity, her heart pounding wildly, "You..."
Li Yeqi's large palm still clasped her wrist, his eyes intently staring at her, "Why would you be with him?"
