"Release him," Mo Shiche demanded with an emotionless face, "I'm giving you one chance to choose."
Qin Manman felt as if her man was about to be stolen, her apricot eyes furiously glaring at him, "Why should I release him, Brother Nian is my man! And why would a man like you compete with me for another man?!"
Mo Shiche frowned, his black eyes sweeping over her with an icy coldness.
Even Qin Manman, a miss known for her spoiled nature, recoiled slightly in fear, but she wasn't scared. The fiery red whip in her hand suddenly lifted and snapped onto the grass with a crack, "Tie both of them up for me!"
The corners of Mo Shiche's lips turned down in a cold sneer, and the next second he charged straight toward Qin Manman—
But his shoulder was suddenly grasped.
Mo Shiche paused, turning to look at the man who had seized him, "What, afraid I'll hurt her?"
Muo Huangnian met his gaze, immediately retorting, "No," he said coldly, "I'm afraid she'll hurt you."
