A woman named Yana was still dressed lightly despite the weather being twenty-seven or twenty-eight degrees below zero. Right now, she was desperate to burrow into the man's arms for warmth.
Hearing the man's words, she forced a smile, struggling to control the involuntary trembling of her body from the cold. Pressing herself against his chest, she wheedled, "Leon Lynn only chased after me; it's not like I said yes. Plenty of guys chase me. Don't tell me you're jealous, Chris..."
Before she could finish, the man shoved her away and slapped her backhanded across the face. "How many times have I told you not to call me by my name!"
