He lowered his head to look at the white short leather boots on his chest, his eyes chilling, "Give you three seconds, take it off!"
"Ha, I won't take it off, what can you do about it!?" Katie Hades not only didn't release her foot, but she pressed down harder, one elbow propped on her knee. She bent over, half a meter from the man's head, the corners of her mouth curling up coldly.
Fierce Eagle jolted, his eyebrows furrowing again, the woman's face just an arm's length away, allowing him to see her more clearly. The closer she got, the more he felt a sense of déjà vu.
"Have we met before?" he asked again, his brow showing no sign of relaxing.
Katie Hades sneered dismissively, "Mister Fierce Eagle, is this your usual way of hitting on women? Sorry, but you'll be disappointed!... First, I'm not interested in you, and second, that method is outdated. Better save yourself the effort..."
