General Li Yeqi hung his military uniform on the floor-standing coat rack. He walked over, grasped Xue Shuying's wrist in one move, and without much effort, pinned her against the wardrobe door.
The masculine scent emanating from him lingered at the tip of her nose. Xue Shuying glowered at him indignantly, "You're a soldier, don't think you can bully civilians just because you're strong, let go of me!"
General Li Yeqi narrowed his eyes. Positioned in a place of high authority, an imposing aura naturally radiated from him. He lowered his voice and said, "I am bullying you, what can you do to me?"
Xue Shuying's face flushed with embarrassment, as if she were back to the days when she was young and he teased her. Her girlish heart raced, and she chided him angrily, "Old hooligan, the children are already so big, yet you're still so frivolous."
