Lu Yanchen's face darkened. Right when she was about to make contact with him, his nimble body made a sharp turn before he reached out and gripped her wrist.
Bang!
Yang Sitong was flung away by him violently as she was sent slamming into the door fiercely. The pain had her choke on a deep breath of cold air, caught in a daze and barely able to recover for a good, long time.
This move of hers had ground down Lu Yanchen's patience completely. His expressionless face brought with it a threatening killing intent while he snarled out, mincing every single word coldly and slowly, "I never get violent with women. So, don't force me to… and don't challenge my bottom line anymore, let alone waste any last bit of patience I have for the sake of you saving me. I'm giving you two choices now—you either get dressed and scram, or I'll throw you out myself right away!"
The man's words were brutal and savage.
Throw her out right away? She wasn't even dressed yet!