You and Liang were driving home in silence. You were upset because he killed someone just because they touched your shoulder. You hate it when he acts protective like that. He was driving and he put his hand on your thigh. Because you were mad at him you took his hand off your thigh but that just made him grab your thigh with a firm grip.

"What's wrong, baby?"

He spoke in a calm but assertive voice while he kept his eyes on the road and rubbed your thigh.