This woman, hailed as "extremely good,"…
Li Qianrui looked at Zhou Jin opposite her, the brilliant smile on her lips unchanged, yet it became even more dazzling because of his provocations.
Zhou Jin took in her bright, captivating smile, then said nonchalantly, "Ah Zhe, your perception of my wife is just superficial. My wife, well, she's really not like Miss Li. She wouldn't be caught dead strolling by a little riverbank with books in her arms. Her favorite thing is to go shopping, swipe cards for gifts, and then... she's not a Fairy, she's a… 'little vixen,' quite clingy indeed."
The last sentence, murmured from his lips in a rich, low tone, was full of ambiguity.
A rush of vivid imagery.
At this, the smile could no longer hold on Li Qianrui's face. The corners of her mouth twitched. This man, shameless and vulgar weren't enough to describe him.
