Chen Hao spat out blood which splattered directly onto Zhao Ning, who he had been protecting in his arms. In an instant, Zhao Ning's smooth skin, clad only in a bra and panties, was entirely smeared with crimson.
"Chen Hao!"
Zhao Ning's heart tightened.
"I'm not dead yet," Chen Hao gasped for air and said, "Run now."
"No, my life was saved by you, how can I just leave you and run away? If we die, we die together!" Zhao Ning said with a fearless and resolute air.
"Die my ass! I sure as hell ain't ready to die yet!" Chen Hao couldn't help but slap Zhao Ning's plump buttocks and said, "With you here, I can't fight properly. Even if I were to escape, do you think I could with you weighing me down?"
"You, you... just talk, don't... don't touch me..." Zhao Ning's face suddenly flushed red.
When Chen Hao's hand had slapped her butt, it had oddly felt like an electric shock.
Not painful, but rather peculiar.
And it was an experience she had never had before...
