When men employ the tactics of women, they can be just as extraordinarily effective.
Especially with a woman like Zi Ling.
As expected, as soon as Zi Ling saw that frostbitten expression, she immediately gave in, her voice seething with resentment, "Put away that despicable look of yours. Forget it then, just hurry up and eat!"
Li Qing might not have been particularly familiar with Zi Ling, but he had now more or less got a grip on her personality.
"But you're the one who said it, don't interrupt me again," Li Qing reminded her emphatically before pouncing like a hungry tiger descending on its prey.
In twenty years of guarding her chastity, not to mention being eaten, even places that had never been touched were now being teased by Li Qing with a sizzling noise. In just a few short breaths, it ignited Zi Ling's sensitive body.
Her mouth emitted a faint moan, her long legs intertwined, uncontrollably pressing into Li Qing's embrace.
