"Honey!"
Almost instinctively, she turned her head, and the first thing she saw were Liam Coldwell's staring eyes.
Their gazes met in the air.
The man curved his lips into a charmingly wicked smile, his eyes slightly narrowed, exuding a dangerous vibe: "Dance with me, baby."
"Liam Coldwell, who's your honey!" She wished she could grit her teeth, and the next second, with a mischievous smile, she stomped her high heel onto Liam's foot.
"Hmm..."
He mumbled in pain, drawing out the final sound.
"Liam Coldwell, does it hurt?" She gloated.
"It hurts..."
"If it hurts, why don't you stay away from me! Aren't you afraid I'll step on you again?" She meant what she said.
She was wearing high heels with very thin heels, so stepping on someone was indeed painful, and Liam's handsome face changed color because of her stomp.
"Alright, enough messing around!" She laughed heartily, "Liam Coldwell, let go of my hand already."
