He said, "Tsk tsk, with that small frame of yours, don't talk about taking advantage, I could even go... deeper."
Xi Luo closed her eyes and said nothing, turning her head to the side to tactically avoid the issue.
She admitted defeat.
When it came to shamelessness, she was ashamed to be inferior.
After a chaotic struggle, Zong Zhan released Xi Luo.
Nothing had obviously happened, yet it felt as if something had.
Xi Luo tidied her shirt, glanced at the red marks on her shoulder, and pondered which shelf of the kitchen cabinet had the hot weapons?
Just after seven-thirty, a standard black Santana stopped at Emperor View North Garden.
Xi Luo was still hiding upstairs, not coming down; Zong Zhan knew she might be racking her brains on how to scheme against him.
Outside the hallway door, orderly Xiong Ze in camouflage uniform walked in, "Boss, shall we set off now?"
Zong Zhan's ankle rested on his knee, gesturing towards the stairs, "Your Sister Luo is upstairs."
