Then, he took a clean handkerchief from his suit pocket and leisurely wiped his long fingers that had gotten dirty, each movent exuding elegance and nobility.
The socialite staggered back two steps; if she weren’t accustod to wearing high heels, she would have embarrassingly fallen to the floor long ago.
The red mark encircling her wrist was clearly visible, and her tearful eyes truly made one feel pity.
People in the circle all say that the second young master of the Mu Family is gentle in temperant. Even if his presence is cold and distant, he still maintains the deanor of a gentleman in his conduct.
Yet, no matter what, she was also Huo Yihan’s woman, and he actually treated her so roughly...
Covering her wrist, she glanced at Nan Wan, who was leaning against the sink with a sardonic smile, and mocked, "President Mu, you truly have great tolerance."
Mu Jin Huan seed as if he didn’t hear her at all, or didn’t care about her words. His handso face showed no trace of any reaction.
He threw the handkerchief into the trash bin, raised his eyes, and spoke with a tone that was indifferent yet filled with chill, "I never lay a hand on won. Are you intent on being an exception by standing still?"
The socialite sneered and walked out of the restroom, her high heels clashing with the floor, producing a sharp and piercing sound.
As the sound gradually faded away, Nan Wan looked at the tall, lean man two steps away, and smiled softly, "Mr. Mu, this is the ladies’ room."
Although there was no one else inside except her, it was still the ladies’ room.
Mu Jin Huan gazed at her with clear eyes, reflecting the light, bright and beautiful, his eyebrows arched as if a few stars had settled in them.
She rarely smiled like this.
He stepped closer, his strong arm wrapping around her slender waist, and spoke slowly, "I thought Mrs. Mu fell into the toilet, so I ca in to fish her out."
Nan Wan’s body was pressed backward, each step she retreated, the man advanced inch by inch, leaving only a paper-thin distance between his rugged features and her face. The scent of tobacco infiltrated every pore of her body.
Her hands rested on the counter behind her, but she couldn’t resist his ever-approaching presence, her eyes evasive, "I just ran into soone looking for trouble, so it took so ti. My waist is breaking, can you move a little... mm..."
He wasn’t kissing her but biting.
His strength was well controlled, not enough to cause her pain, yet not allowing her to easily escape.
It wasn’t until her body was lifted onto the sink, her pants soaked by the water on the counter, that Nan Wan snapped back to reality and bit him hard.
Mu Jin Huan retreated slightly in pain, but when his thin lips pressed down again, there was an added resistance in his chest, and he paused there, his dark eyes swirling with profoundness that sent shivers through the heart.
Fresh air entered her nostrils, Nan Wan’s breath was rapid and unsteady, but her voice was soft, "Mu Jin Huan, what nonsense are you doing?"
Mu Jin Huan squinted with a faint curve on his lips, his voice deep and leisurely, "The gift from your Senior Brother Sheng, are you planning to accept it?"
Nan Wan was stunned. He had always been the epito of calm and detachnt, a gentlemanly disposition; this was the first ti he spoke to her with such a vile tone, especially with those words: ’Senior Brother Sheng.’
This version of Mu Jin Huan was far more dangerous than the one who just nearly crushed that woman’s wrist.
The smile in his brows had long vanished, his voice was incredibly calm, "Can’t I accept it?"
"Do you know what the code for this series is?" Mu Jin Huan freed one hand, his distinctly jointed fingers leisurely tidying her disheveled hair with a gentle deanor, yet his thin lips held a distant smile, "It’s ’yearning to the bones.’"
The hand on her waist began to move. Nan Wan was stiff all over, the slow motion seed to deliberately challenge her limits.
She never truly understood him.
So she never thought he would do such a thing in a place like this...
Her delicate cheeks began to pale, "He doesn’t know about any code, he just thought it looked nice and bought it."
The curve at Mu Jin Huan’s lips remained, and when the commanding presence emanated from him, it even gave off a misleading sense of gentleness, "Are you trying to fool with such an unconvincing explanation?"
Nan Wan lowered her head, her voice extrely low, "No..."
"Who the hell dares to lay a finger on my woman?"
Huo Yihan was not yet there, but his cold voice already drifted into the restroom. Nan Wan heard it, and naturally, Mu Jin Huan did too.
He stepped back half a step, retracting his aggressive stance.
A graceful silhouette dashed past his side. After Huo Yihan glanced back, he entered the won’s restroom with a sowhat amused air.
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