Di Mo swept a glance over her pained face and held her by her waist tightly. "Only one time," he warned, his voice short and brusque.
She looked at him strangely then, for she had had her heart in her throat, prepared to lose her life over this. Yet he had let her go just like that. Her heart returned to its proper location. From the front of the car, Yellow Falcon and Li Hu shared a glance filled with bemusement and understanding. Di Mo detested being touched by women more than anything — that he had just let Lily go made it undeniable that she was something else.