Yi Qinglian, terrified, flung herself into Chu Hao's arms, tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms. "Chu Hao, you're finally here! I was scared to death."
Chu Hao, thick-skinned, said, "It's okay now. With me here, no one will dare to hurt you."
Tang Mo, who had also recovered somewhat, was taken aback when she saw Chu Hao. They had seen him once before at the Rose Garden Bar while he was drinking. "Why is it you?" she asked, surprised.
Chu Hao also saw Tang Mo. Another great beauty, he mused. She's definitely on par with a sophisticated woman like Luo Yan, and I've always had a thing for them. Look at her in those leather pants, showing off her long, slender legs. And her waist and hips—so full and round! Those glistening pink lips... I'd trade ten years of my life for a taste!
Seeing him like this, Yi Qinglian coughed discontentedly. "Chu Hao, what are you staring at?"
