He ran to Joanna's side, blocking her path with his outstretched hand, and playfully said with a lewd smile: "Hey, beautiful, don't leave. What are you afraid of? I am not a bad guy. Don't be so cold, let's be friends. Tell me what you like, jewelry, luxury cars, or mansions?"
His slimy, malicious gaze swept over her from head to toe, his hand reaching for her face, and said, "Just look at this soft, tender skin. Let me pamper you."
"As long as you serve me well, I'll buy you anything you want."
The drunken man relied on his liquor-induced confidence to act like a madman.
At that moment...
He was completely stupefied by lust that he hadn't considered Joanna's identity.
Joanna felt nauseated by the man's disgusting breath. With great disgust, she slapped away his wandering hand and pushed him.
