No, she must not be like this again and again by this man. Even if he is Nangong Ze, it doesn't matter. If she offends him, she will offend him. She is not afraid.
Thinking of this, she stepped hard on his leather shoes with the sharp and hard heels of her high heels. Nangong Ze felt pain and let go.
Mo Xier took advantage of this opportunity, rushed over, opened the door, and heard the music coming from outside. She felt a sense of liberation joy.
But the next moment, as a reporter, she was keenly aware of the paparazzi hiding in the corner with cameras, and instinctively shrank back.
She forgot how embarrassed she was.[
The skirt was torn by that bastard. If it was photographed by the paparazzi like this, the headline tomorrow would be a female reporter from a certain magazine who was willing to sell her body for the headlines.
She doesn't want anything to do with this playboy scandal star.
She, Mo Xier, doesn’t need to rely on men!
She clenched her fist and stepped back, but bumped into him, like a thorn in the side. She jumped up, retreated to the wall, and stared warily at the man in front of her, who had a deep expression and could not see any emotion.
The red mark on his face has faded somewhat.
She didn't know why, but her heart was beating very fast in fear, and she wanted to continue retreating, but there was no way out.
There was a look of contempt in Nangongze's eyes. This woman thought that it was childish to use retreat to advance. If she hadn't been really beautiful, and the touch of her skin made him have some aftertaste, he would
Drive her away early in the morning.
He, Nangongze, hates this kind of woman who thinks she can do whatever she wants just because of her beauty. She dares to hit him to attract his attention, huh.
He touched his lips: "No woman has ever dared to touch a hair of mine, but you broke the precept twice in a row. Little thing, you succeeded. I'm interested in you. That's good."
Her vigilance became even deeper. Although she didn't understand what he meant, she could tell that he had extremely malicious intentions.
She said coldly: "You misunderstood. I said I just walked in accidentally. There were paparazzi outside. I didn't want to become a headline, so I stepped back."
There was a deep mockery on his handsome and charming face, but his gaze was so sharp that she felt like she had nothing to hide from. She felt a little confused. Why did the aura exuding from this man always make her...
There is a feeling of being suffocated.
In front of him, even she, who had always been proud and strong, couldn't help but tremble in her heart, as if he was not a human being, but a powerful and dangerous beast.
Her voice was originally sweet, but no matter how cold it was, it had a different charm to his ears. The softer his voice became, the more terrifying it was to her ears: "Really? That's a good excuse. It's quite special. I
I appreciate this excuse, so if you hit me twice, shouldn't you repay me with your body?"
She was so angry that she trembled all over and cursed: "Dirty, dirty, shameless."
He chuckled, tilted his head, and his eyes were terrifyingly dark: "You really understand me, don't women like dirty men the most?"
As he spoke, he approached her with a dangerous and threatening look, bowed his head, and tightly held her in his arms.
Xi'er wanted to frown as soon as she smelled his scent.
She warned with some collapse: "Nangong Ze, please go away, please respect yourself!" [
But he leaned close to her ear and asked very softly and dangerously: "How do you respect yourself? Take off your clothes one by one, or tear them all at once? But you don't have many pieces to tear, right?"