He knew she was horrified since she was deathly still in his lap. He saw his reflection on the thick layer of glass over his polished black wood desk and realized he had a sadistic expression on his face.
'Well?' He thought to himself, preparing to see the pale and frightened face of Zhao Lifei.
The women in his past all trembled, even if some tried to tamp it down.
He was curious. With her unique personality, will she dare to move even when scared? Will showing her such an atrocious scene curb her temper and change her personality around him? Will she treat him better or will she run away from him? Will the woman he fell for still be the same when she sees this side of him?
When he looked at her, he was surprised. He didn't see ghostly pale skin, cold sweat, or a fumbling woman. Never in a billion years would he ever have prepared for the expression he was going to witness from her.
