If it weren't for Jin Liwei's quick reflexes, the damn girl would have already bloodied and broken his nose.
His hands reacted before thinking and caught her fist. His eyes contracted, silently shocked at the power packed behind the dainty fist.
"Be good," he growled.
The damn girl, no, the damn young woman jumped off the couch the next second and moved far away from him. Her eyes looked fierce as she glared at him, looking like a tigress about to bite his head off.
He raised an eyebrow, walked around to the front of the couch where she was sitting just a second ago, and picked up the Russian book she dropped on the floor.
"I was just going to ask a question. No need for such overreaction," he said, flipping through the pages of the book. He frowned. He couldn't read a single word.
Feeling like she really overreacted, Iris Long forced herself to calm down but didn't let her guard down.
