"Why are you upset? I didn't * you last night, are you unhappy?" Song Xiaodong grinned and asked Qiao Yutong.
"You're unbelievable! You need a good beating!" Qiao Yutong grabbed her bag, ready to hit Song Xiaodong.
"Hey! The police are attacking!" Song Xiaodong jumped back, calling out lightly.
"How dare you shout!" Qiao Yutong stood up, put down her bag, and approached Song Xiaodong with clenched fists.
Song Xiaodong easily intercepted Qiao Yutong's fists, and even grabbed her wrists. Qiao Yutong struggled from side to side, causing the buttons on her shirt to loosen, while Song Xiaodong stared at her blankly.
"What are you doing, let go! Assaulting an officer!" Qiao Yutong mimicked Song Xiaodong's call.
Song Xiaodong, distracted by Qiao Yutong's chest, gave her a chance to escape.
"Look at your blatant lust; when offered, you refuse, yet you continuously look at me leeringly, making me uncomfortable." Qiao Yutong glared at Song Xiaodong and sat back on her sofa.
