Li Xingle still wore a lazy, indifferent smile, but his eyes were clearly cold.
Li Buyan initially forced out some tears, but upon seeing him extend his hand, his handsome face smiling yet his expression cold, she suddenly began to feel aggrieved.
She really felt extremely wronged!
Why should she have to go along with his ideas?
Who did he think he was, God?
Li Buyan dodged past his hand, her small body agilely leaning back, pulling out a five-centimeter-long Feng Li dagger from her bag, gleaming brightly under the hotel entrance lights.
Li Buyan pointed the sharp blade at Li Xingle, "Don’t force me, I’ve never attacked anyone before, I have no sense of proportion! I’m not like Sui Sui, she knows which parts of the body are lethal, I don’t!"
Li Xingle’s large hand turned, gripping her slender wrist with a slight force.
The dagger fell to the ground.
Li Buyan’s wrist ached, her small face scrunched up in pain, tears streaming down, her small mouth tightly clenched, her big eyes staring straight at him!
She would remember this face, the most unreasonable man she had ever met!
"Who are you trying to use this trick on! A young girl like you, playing with knives and guns!" Li Xingle pulled her forcefully, causing Li Buyan to stumble out of the car.
As her body began to fall, Li Xingle snorted coldly, lifted her up, and carried her on his shoulder.
Li Buyan’s head was spinning with blood, swaying, she should be glad she was wearing pants, a skirt would have been exposed!
Li Buyan was excessively quiet.
Li Xingle’s strides slowed, putting her down.
The red carpeted corridor, dim lights, occasionally some people walked by.
Li Buyan’s small body leaned against the wall, above her was a rather artistic painting, a half-naked woman by the riverside.
Li Buyan was very beautiful, the first time Li Xingle heard her name, he recalled the saying – peaches and plums do not speak, yet they form a path.
Her delicate little face was like the beautiful color of peach blossoms, her moist lips like ripe peaches, her tear-filled eyes resembled petals of peach blossoms after the rain.
Li Buyan bit her lip, her thin lips showing traces of red blood.
Li Xingle thought again of the pink peach blossoms and the beautiful flower pistils, occasionally the petals would have a faint hint of red.
Li Xingle touched her strands of hair, different from Tang Suiyu’s slightly curled chestnut short hair, hers was black, long, straight, and very smooth, like soft silk.
Li Buyan couldn’t understand Li Xingle’s gaze at this moment, maybe her tears blurred her eyes.
She blinked and spoke weakly, "Mr. Li, can you let me go? I swear I will never challenge your authority again!"
Li Buyan cursed in her heart!
"Hah..." Li Xingle’s fingers twirled around her strands of hair, "Little Li, we’re so familiar, yet you still call me Mr. Li, isn’t that deserving of punishment?"
Li Buyan swallowed hard, punishment my foot!
Who did he think he was!
"Li Xingle?" After cursing him in her heart, Li Buyan tentatively called.
"You’re really not obedient..." Li Xingle’s fingers released her strands of hair, pinching her chin, his fingertips gently exploring, his thin lips close to hers.