I recognized the voice immediately, and a chill ran through me. It was Duan Kun. The realization was terrifying, but I forced myself to calm down. Instead of fighting, I leaned back against him, my mind racing for a way out.
Duan Kun hesitated at my unexpected reaction, but then his demeanour shifted. His grip loosened slightly as a lecherous grin spread across his face.
"Mr Duan," I said, my voice low and enticing. "If you already know the kind of woman I am, surely you've come prepared with proper bargaining chips this time?"
My words made him pause, his grip on my hair slackening further. I turned slightly, my hair brushing against his neck. His eyes darkened, and his breath quickened.
"Don't be so rough," I murmured, placing a hand lightly on his chest. "I don’t like that
