Evelyn Crawford understood his intention and laughed, "Alright, then close your eyes."
The footsteps of the killers pursuing Evelyn Crawford were getting closer, yet the two of them remained unhurried.
Bruce Van closed his eyes, his lips curled up in anticipation.
Evelyn Crawford tiptoed, slowly moving closer.
Just as her lips were about to touch Bruce's, she raised her hand and gently patted his face, her lips near his ear, "If we meet again next time and I'm still alive, I'll definitely gift you two top-notch girls as a present."
Bruce opened his eyes, his tongue flicking across the corner of his lips, "That sounds rather nice. Remember this, I like them with a C cup."
"OK, no problem," Evelyn made a gesture, smiling and taking a few steps back, "But you better stay alive, don't end up without a life to enjoy them."
"For a beauty, one must stay alive."
Evelyn knelt on one knee, took off the backpack from behind, and took out a 'rope thrower' from inside.
