She also lowered her head, refusing to look at him.
Yet Shen Lin still grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"Say nothing, your makeup really does look quite convincing."
That smoky makeup did indeed add a touch of wild beauty to her innocence and loveliness, making her seem more like a little wildcat.
Unexpectedly, Li Zaijun struggled free from him, her voice somewhat stiff as she said, "Don't touch me!"
As she spoke, she even rubbed her own arm, seemingly very reluctant to have any contact with him.
She was angry.
Shen Lin's phoenix eyes briefly flickered; he was acutely aware of this.
Li Zaijun continued walking with her head down. They had reached the side of the street, where there were no traffic police anymore; it seemed they had successfully evaded them.
But now, she was preparing to walk to the roadside to hail a taxi.
Just as she passed by him after barely two steps, her wrist was suddenly seized by him.
"Where are you going!?" Shen Lin asked.
