Waves of long hair draped over her luxurious shoulder ornaments.
Her figure was voluptuous and exquisite.
Below the noble long gown were those jade legs wrapped in black silk.
——She was beautiful.
Even the tone of her speech was very gentle and moist:
"General Chatham, I know you have a tradition of kissing hands, but if you dare touch mine, can you guess the consequences?"
A flicker of anger passed through the man's eyes as he snorted coldly:
"Sister Qiong, I really don't understand why you reject me. In this bunker, I am the most powerful man. If only you would join forces with me——"
"Aren't we already working together?" Sister Qiong interrupted him.
"Sister Qiong, why can't we be closer? Just let me have you..."
The man was about to make a move but was deftly avoided by Sister Qiong.
She pulled out a folding fan and gently fanned herself, a cold and merciless intent to kill emanating from her eyes.
"Last chance, General Chatham. Is this how you want to die?"
