"Using force on a woman is inappropriate," Shen Mosheng said without a trace of embarrassment, his gaze on Ling Wuxie filled with disagreement.
"Stop imposing your standards on me," Ling Wuxie huffed lightly, "Choose a floor yourself and press the button. Once we arrive, get out on your own."
Shen Mosheng, however, remained unmoved, "You are coercing her, and I cannot simply stand by."
"Shen Mosheng, this is romance, do you understand?" Ling Wuxie hissed through clenched teeth, feeling for the first time that Shen Mosheng's rigid, bureaucratic demeanor was extremely annoying.
"I don't understand," Shen Mosheng calmly replied, "All I know is that if she isn't willing, you shouldn't force her."
"What if I insist?"
After a moment's hesitation, Shen Mosheng furrowed his brows, emphasizing disapprovingly, "It's inappropriate."
"Mrs. Shen, control your man," Ling Wuxie said displeasedly, turning to Han Yingying after finding it impossible to reason with him.
