Long Zhen and Huang Shu glared at each other. None of them said anything, but their glares already showed how they wanted to kill each other in 1001 different ways.
James Grind got panicked because of this. Since Long Zhen was currently locking him in his arm, James Grind had no other way except to nudge on Long Zhen slightly. "M—Master Long, why don't we talk first? We can civilly talk about this, right?"
Long Zhen tightened his arm around James Grind's waist and smiled. "Of course, let's talk about this in a civil manner… in the bed, okay?"
CLANK!
