"I'm beginning to think you're quite an interesting character."
Jiang Yang was adjusting his position with Heather, the two standing face-to-face, posing as the scene required, with the posture of a dance starting position.
Initially, he hadn't taken this woman seriously, but when his hand rested on her waist, he felt something strange that made his movements unconsciously inappropriate.
Heather narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at him, and said in a tone audible only to the two of them, "Mr. Jiang, I don't think you were ever present when I lost my temper, so you might not be aware of it. But if your hand keeps misbehaving, I won't hesitate to break it without caring about the consequences."
