In the end, the man spoke faintly, "You think your frail little body can compete with me? You just got over a cold a few days ago, hmm?"
She opened her mouth to retort—a cold she got from soaking in cold water. But then she thought that he probably soaked even longer than she did, and moreover... he kept cutting himself with a knife.
This body was indeed in good condition, freakishly so.
Chi Huan was reminded again of how he had tormented her in bed last night... yep, definitely freakish.
She hummed lightly, looking at Wen Yi and smiled with pursed lips, "At this hour, perhaps we shouldn't drink coffee. Let's have some wine instead."
If she got drunk, An Ke could come to pick her up. They surely had their own driver.
Wen Yi walked over slowly, pulling up a faint smile, "Good."
......
They went straight to the club, 1999, across the street.
It was Mo Shiqian's place, and he had the waiter take them to a quiet private room.
