Chen Pingchuan gritted his teeth, constantly reining himself in. He was afraid he might lose control and give this quirky little money-grubber a loving beatdown. His sandbag-sized fists would probably hurt a lot if they hit her delicate little face.
The reason for his immense resentment was simple: he could still feel a dull ache in his head. It was a testament to how powerful her punch had been last night; even with his current constitution, he hadn't been able to withstand her attack. Granted, he wasn't in peak condition.
RUSTLE...
Wei Xi leaned down and began untying the ropes. An unknown floral fragrance wafted into Chen Pingchuan's nostrils. He turned his head aside, but from his new angle, his gaze landed on her fair neck and the tantalizing hint of her cleavage.
Before long, Wei Xi had untied the ropes. She stood to the side, her slender fingers fidgeting nervously as she stared at Chen Pingchuan with a burning intensity that made his skin crawl.
