She even leaned forward on her own, her breath fragrant as an orchid.
Lance hurriedly backed away, "You disgusting woman, you're just asking for it!"
"Don't say that, love between a man and a woman is normal, and I'm very picky myself," the dancer sized up Lance, "Actually, someone like you, too frail, I don't really like."
"..." Lance's face turned shades of green and white, it was quite the spectacle.
This woman, how dare she openly and brazenly scorn him!
If it weren't for his good upbringing, he would've hit her by now! He took a deep breath and asked with restrained patience, "That night, it was you, wasn't it?"
"Which night? Have we met before?" the dancer counter-questioned.
"Stop pretending, the person who abducted me that night was you!" Lance said.
"Huh, strange, why would I abduct you?"
"Of course, to sleep," Lance blurted out, instantly regretting his words as his handsome face turned beet red.
