Their eyes met, and Ling Mo's gaze hardened even more.

She had already realized that she was no match for the man in front of her. If he wanted to do something in this cramped compartment, she would have absolutely no chance of resisting.

Thinking this over, her brow twitched violently, and she couldn't speak as fluently as before. "The men's restroom is not a lawless place. I advise you to have some self-respect."

"Didn't you offend me first?"

Perhaps the air in the cubicle was too stuffy, or perhaps Qin Beiming's symptoms were more pronounced, he began to frantically tug at his tie, and his gaze toward Ling Mo became even more menacing.

Ling Mo cursed under his breath, never expecting the plot of his first day of rebirth to go so drastically off track.

She tentatively reached out, carefully wrapping her hand around his waist, intending to pry open the latch on the cubicle door.

From Qin Beiming's perspective, the proud and aloof girl in front of him was trying to lean against him.

Normally, he would definitely push her away.

But at this moment, because of the faint, unique scent on her body that was different from perfume, he unconsciously stretched out his arms and wrapped them around her waist. "What brand of perfume are you wearing?"

"You filthy scoundrel."

Ling Mo turned his body to the side, raised his long leg, stretched it out, and then thrust it upwards hard, striking Qin Beiming's groin.

She was already used to this kind of common pickup line; over the years, quite a few young men had tried to pick her up in this way.

However, those thugs who tried to lay a hand on her didn't fare well; they either lost a hand or a leg.

In an even worse scenario, the third leg would be broken...