章 4: Chapter 4 We Will Meet Again
More firsts, huh?
The man's thin, cool lips curled into a cold and mocking arc, "Honestly, I don't quite believe your words. How about a bet? Even if I were to kill you here today, no one would dare to intervene."
Mi Yao's pupils shrank; he sure talked big!
"But," the man stood up straight, gracefully removing his bathrobe, and then methodically opened the wardrobe, took out pieces of clothing, and dressed himself, "killing you outright seems rather dull. You are so stubborn; conquering you would be a truly interesting affair."
"Conquer me? Dream on! I will not bow down to a man who has taken my innocence!"
"Don't speak too confidently, or you'll be the one who ends up embarrassed!" The man smiled cheerfully.
"Who exactly are you? Do I have a grudge against you?"
Mi Yao couldn't help but suspect, if last night was an accident, then she was the one at a disadvantage, and he had taken a great advantage. Now he should be dressing and leaving, but instead of hurrying away, he stayed to 'play' with her.
This 'play' was like a cat that had caught a mouse; not eating it, just toying with it.
And she was that mouse.
"Who am I?" The man turned to face her. "What do you think?"
Mi Yao shook her head; she didn't know.
She didn't recognize him, her mind searched and couldn't find this person; she was certain she had never seen him before, except, he had eyes that felt familiar, similar to Gu Yunsheng's.
"I don't know you."
"Very well." The man uttered two words in response to her.
Very well?
What did that mean?
Mi Yao watched him, and she finally knew where his domineering strength came from.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, not an ounce of unnecessary fat on him, sculpted chest, perfectly contoured waistline, and six-pack abs—every inch of him exuded a lethal wildness and sex appeal.
Especially when his shoulder blades spread out to the sides, filled with terrifying power.
No wonder he said many women wanted to climb into his bed with such an incredible physique, with such good looks.
He could stand on the street, and probably all the women would drool over him.
But Mi Yao did not like him, she even hated him.
He was the one who had taken her innocence!
The man had put on his clothes, a set of Black Uniform; Mi Yao's eyes were quickly drawn to his sleeves, embroidered with golden threads.
In Z country, apart from the President, only a military commander could don gold!
Who was he?
A soldier?
While Mi Yao pondered, the man had already dressed impeccably. He gave her one last side glance, "We will meet again."
He left with a resounding stride.
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