Lu Fenying blinked and threw water at her face. "Yes, I'm very unhappy today, so you better not piss me off."
Qian'er wasn't in the mood to piss him off. She was too exhausted to do anything.
Lu Fenying washed her up gently. He was about to take her out of the bath, when he fiercely threw her back in. He pounced on Qian'er and asked, "Mo Qian'er, isn't it only natural for you to enjoy my service?"
Dizzy from the fall, Qian'er's head was blank.
Since when did she enjoy herself?
In fact, she didn't even dare breathe too loudly, in case she set him off.
No matter how careful she was, however, the person who wanted to vent would vent.
"Don't forget your identity. You'll always be a slave! Who do you think you are? You think you're worth a city?" Lu Fenying hugged her and lowered his head to bite her neck.
He then licked the blood that came out.
Qian'er didn't know what he was talking about. Who was worth a city?
