Cheng Bo Jing manipulated the metal on his skin to form a firm barrier between the woman's touch and his skin. While she had yet to touch anything more than his chest over his shirt, he wasn't about to take the chance with anything.
He belonged completely to Wang Tian Mu, and if he had to carve off the flesh that another woman touched to make her happy, he would. But he would also avoid having gotten into that situation in the first place.
"Tell me your secret first," he murmured slowly. His lips were twisted in a smirk, but his eyes held nothing but hatred for the woman. The military had taught him many ways of getting information out of people, from torture to seduction.
In the past, he didn't think much of doing whatever he needed to in order to complete the mission, but since he had first met Wang Tian Mu at her family's funeral, he couldn't do it anymore.
