One hour later.
Chen Che was sitting on the sofa, looking like a violated bride, with an expression full of resentment.
An Nishang unusually lit a lady's cigarette, her snow-white body completely bare, leaning against the sofa edge.
Her long legs crossed together, and finally, her anger and frustration began to dissipate.
An Nishang hooked up the scattered red dress on the floor with her toe, put it on, glanced at the aggrieved Chen Che, rolled her sultry eyes, and said, "I was just sitting too hard, your waist isn't broken, I know."
Chen Che instinctively reached out to touch his lower back, gritting his teeth.
An Nishang was truly ruthless!
An Nishang seemed to have suffered a huge stimulus, her whole being was engulfed in anger, and she had vented it all on Chen Che.
Chen Che's waist was almost broken from An Nishang's sitting.
