Sick?
Did they correctly hear her? Did that woman just say Young Master Huo was sick?
She must be tired of living!
Upon hearing her words, Huo Shen's face turned black.
There was a harsh coldness covering his handsome and charming face.
"Who said I wouldn't touch it?" An Xiaowan was taken aback by his icy cold stare.
Then, with a slight pull of his hand, all the dishes on the table were swept onto the floor.
He pressed An Xiaowan onto the table, his tall physique pressing her down. His deep and majestic voice sounded out, as he spoke, "To touch or not to touch, depends on my wish."
Huo Shen reached behind her with his large hand and pulled at the zip of her dress.
However, An Xiaowan was brewing a nasty temper.
She caught him off guard, lifted her legs, and kicked hard at his calves.
Huo Shen's body remained as steady as a rock. However, the chilling look in his eyes was terrifying.
