Da Han didn't choose an opponent; he was self-aware, so he asked, "Your honorable name, so we little people can at least have some closure."
"Tang Feng."
After saying that, he pulled the woman over and directly let her sit on his lap.
"Sure enough, you're a top grade. No wonder so many are vying for you." Tang Feng didn't hesitate to place his hand on her leg.
Bouncy enough, smooth enough.
And she exuded a unique fragrance. It's rare, in such an environment, to maintain such decorum—truly miraculous.
Fang Qiong didn't expect to escape the wolf's den only to enter the tiger's mouth. Just as she was about to struggle, she heard Tang Feng's voice transmission.
In the next moment, she complied.
And she tacitly approved of Tang Feng's actions, though his warm hands on her made her especially shy.
"Do you know whose woman I am, and you still dare to help?" Fang Qiong asked.
"That doesn't matter, as long as I like it. How about changing the venue?" Tang Feng replied.
"Okay."
