Fifteen pressed her body firmly against the iron door, trying to avoid any contact with him.
"You...you move aside!"
Phoebe ignored her and just raised his right hand, reaching towards her waist.
Fifteen's heart tightened.
What is this guy trying to do?
Is he going to... take liberties with her again?!
Her right hand clenched into a fist, and she raised her hand to punch towards his chin.
Phoebe turned his face to avoid her fist, hooked her lower back with his left hand, and pulled her towards himself. Fifteen was caught off guard and ended up colliding directly into his chest.
His right hand reached over, pulled out the manicure tool from the keyhole, he lifted her upright and then reached up to grasp her chin.
"I warn you, if this happens again, I'll lock you up too!"
Fifteen raised her hand to push his hand away and left the iron door, bypassing him.
Phoebe turned around.
"Come with me."
