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Then why did he seem so intoxicated, so affectionate when kissing her... Oh, the true nature of a man?
Luo Qiangwei's laughter grew more self-deprecating and colder. She seductively licked her lips and said, "A little fear needs to be toughened up, doesn't it? Otherwise, you'll get scared to death by any little thing in the future, and how would that do?"
Sheng Miao was being held horizontally, so she curled up small in the man's embrace. Gathering her courage, she said, "Then you tell me... how should I compensate you?"
"It's very simple," Luo Qiangwei smiled with a curve in her lips, "You just jump into the pool again and stay submerged for half a minute before coming up, then it's like using poison against poison."
This request was obviously meant to be deliberately difficult—
Mo Shiche's handsome face was heavy with a brooding gloom. "Luo Qiangwei, I've said enough is enough. You know very well that Miaomiao can't swim. Do you want her to drown?"
