With nowhere left to run from Liu Ruomei's pursuit, Zhang Bin had no choice but to compromise. He agreed to restore her health and led her into his room, instructing her to sit cross-legged on the bed.
Liu Ruomei was still seething. "Zhang Bin," she said furiously, "if you don't heal me this instant, I swear I'll take you down with me."
"Now that you're on my bed, you'd better behave," Zhang Bin retorted viciously. "Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead."
"What do you mean, 'on your bed'?!" Liu Ruomei was so angry she nearly spat blood. What kind of bullshit was this? She moved to leap up and fight him to the death.
However, Zhang Bin forcefully pinned her shoulder down. "What's the rush?" he said with a wicked smirk. "I'm not in a hurry. The night is still young, isn't it?"
"What do you mean the night is still young? It's not even dark yet!" Liu Ruomei trembled with rage. Why did this guy have to speak with such suggestive ambiguity?
