Polly Sutton tightened the lamp in her hand, ready to strike if he came any closer.
The man showed no intention of stopping, and Polly swung the lamp at his head, "I told you I'm Chinese."
Polly shouted loudly, this time in English. If he couldn't understand Chinese, could he not understand English either?
However, instead of hitting the man, her wrist was caught.
Polly struggled hard, but the man seemed frozen, just staring at her without any intention to offend her.
When Polly opened her eyes, intending to say something, she found herself staring into those deep seas — his eyes, a bright blue, on a face that seemed rugged yet had profound eyes.
"All these years, Mason Rook has sent me so many women, yet only you resemble her the most." Prince Selaginella's Mandarin wasn't very good, with awkward pauses, but it was still understandable.
