At this moment, Li Xiaoran's long, slender legs, encased in silk, were on full display before Zhao Dong—impossibly smooth and shapely. Her body trembled slightly at his touch, her complexion flushing an even deeper shade of red.
"Weren't you being so defiant?" Zhao Dong sneered. "Weren't you so good at seducing men? Go on. Try it again." A hint of coldness entered his eyes as he suddenly yanked her leg.
Li Xiaoran let out a scream. She was like a fish on a chopping block!
A cold smile played on Zhao Dong's face as his large hand closed around her throat.
"Zhao… you... let me go, please… don't…" Li Xiaoran's voice was a desperate plea.
She was going insane. When she had first seduced Zhao Dong and plotted to kill him, she never imagined he would be this formidable. Now, caught like a fish in a net, Li Xiaoran was truly afraid. Alone with a man in the dead of night, if Zhao Dong really intended to do something to her, she was utterly doomed!
