"Do I need to give up the bed?"
Ding Jianwei's icy voice woke Xiao Ming from his overwhelming murderous intent.
Looking at Furukawa Shizuka in his arms, with her rosy lips moist and her eyes bewitched, he couldn't help but crack a bitter smile.
"Having already hurt one, do you intend to hurt another?" Furukawa Shizuka's tone was complex.
Xiao Ming shook his head, "To be honest, just now I could barely resist the urge to kill Cui Zhibo on the spot.
I don't think it's because you're not good enough, but because if it had been Jianwei, she probably wouldn't be mad at me.
After all, using you as an object to vent my anger is in itself a form of harm. Sorry!"
Furukawa Shizuka pursed her lips and smiled, "In the traditional views of our country, a woman, as a man's appendage, is there to vent a man's emotions, especially during the Warring States period.
At that time, being the object for a famous general or a powerful man to vent was a woman's honor.
