In the evening, after work, Aoyama Xiu Xin headed to the private club that Yehua Yiren had arranged for a meeting with the Land Guard officers. As the host, he naturally arrived early.
Yehua Yiren was waiting for him at the door of the club. When she saw his car stop, she leaned over to open the door, and after Aoyama Xiu Xin got out, she naturally took his arm.
The two walked together toward the club's main entrance.
"I heard that you encountered a shooting this morning, and it scared me to death," Yehua Yiren said softly.
Aoyama Xiu Xin pulled his hand from her embrace and wrapped it instead around her waist, sliding it down over her perky buttocks to feel the amazingly elasticity and softness, casually saying, "It was just some little night crawlers, too green to take my life."
He was indeed a man blessed by Heaven.
"Yes, the blessed indeed have Heaven's protection," Yehua Yiren smiled with pursed lips, ever more charming.
