Unfortunately, Baby Cade didn't know the Mind-reading Technique. Otherwise, she definitely wouldn't hesitate to lift up her skirt, pull out a gun and press it against his forehead. She would ask him straightforward, what did you understand? What exactly did you grasp? How filthy and low-life must one's experiences be to foster such a strange perspective on life and the world?
"Shut up, what oooh?" Baby Cade frowned, thinking that something seemed off. It was too coincidental to run into this bastard for three nights in a row… and also, he was just clinging to her leg, disrupting her operation.
Yves King looked at her with an aggrieved expression, thinking to himself that he, as a man, had already given up some dignity, even denied the right to groan comfortably. He had met women with unique preferences and been through quite a bit. However, he had never witnessed such twisted and bizarre habits like Officer Cade.
