When the man spoke, he nibbled at her earlobe, making her tingle. His breath was chilly and dangerous, mixed with the smell of the cigar.
Although this room was full of respected people, no one came forward to help her when they saw her being joked around with and embarrassed.
Clearly, the man holding her had an even higher status than everyone else in the room.
She was no longer the arrogant and willful young lady from four years ago. She had a son to raise, had lost things to retrieve. She could not afford to offend this arrogant and dangerous young man.
Since hard tactics didn't work, it was time to use a gentler approach.
Nan Zhi gave a soft smile, her voice becoming gentler and more pleasant, "This young master, I was too reckless today. I solemnly apologize to you. I'm not feeling very well, would you please let me off?"
