In less than thirty seconds, the door opened again, and a woman's slender hands handed over a bottle of water.
The man looked at the woman's jade-like fingers and felt a tickle in his heart. Slowly, he reached out, and just as he was about to take the water, he deliberately pretended to take the wrong thing, firmly grasping the beauty's wrist.
"You..." An Ying looked at him with shame and anger, trying to pull her hand out from his palm, "Let go..."
Her face, flushed with embarrassment, showed a trace of panic. The scene of almost being assaulted downstairs earlier flashed in her mind. An Ying propped one hand against the wall, and the bottle of water in her hand had already rolled to the ground.
