Suddenly, just as her skirt was being undone, a pair of large hands reached from the side and forcefully pushed away the drunken man.
The middle-aged man staggered and couldn't stand steady, falling onto the carpet with a "thud," bruising his face.
But he quickly got up, his expression dark, glaring at the young man who suddenly appeared!
"Who the hell are you? Don't you understand the rules of the underworld? You're ruining my good time!" the man cursed, ready to rush up and fight.
Jasmine Yale fastened her clothes, looked up, and was stunned.
Her eyes held a faint and confused expression, like a deep swamp, dim and profound, stretching endlessly.
Jasmine Yale pressed her lips tightly, having no time to tidy her messy hair, she heavy-heartedly looked at his tall figure and chiseled face.
"I'm looking for a lady, do you mind?! I'm having some fun, why the hell are you interfering!" The middle-aged man assumed a fighting posture, aggressive and intimidating.
