Jiang Chen's eyes flew open. He froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
His neck stiff, he looked down to see a beautiful, lovely young woman in a pink dress staring at him with wide eyes.
Jiang Chen: "..."
Damn it!
'Why is it a woman?'
"Have you touched me enough?" the young woman's icy voice sounded in his ear.
Jiang Chen coughed awkwardly and quickly let go of her. He scratched his head, embarrassed. "My apologies. It was a moment of panic. I didn't do it on purpose! I've offended you. Please, miss, forgive me!"
"Hmph!"
The young woman snorted, her eyes filled with frost. "You think a simple 'sorry' is enough after touching me?"
"Then what do you propose, miss?"
Jiang Chen faltered. Although he had acted with good intentions to save her life, he had, after all, taken advantage of her. He could only bite the bullet and ask.
The young woman looked at Jiang Chen with indifference. "Whichever hand you used to touch me, cut it off, and I will let the matter drop!"
