Ning Xia's attention returned to the gun pointed at her forehead. She coughed lightly and weakly spoke up, "Young Master Bo, can you... put this away now?"
If by accident the gun were to discharge, her little life would be over!
Bo Siyan seemed to have heard something amusing. "You think I would believe your nonsense?"
A lone man and a single woman alone in a room in the dead of night, dressed provocatively, with a camera set up beside them, and you want to tell me that you were just chatting under the covers?
You're showing me this?
"Everything I said is true, I swear!" Ning Xia immediately raised her hands, taking an oath, and as she lifted her hands, the blanket slid down, revealing half of her torso.
She was wearing lingerie, thin as gossamer.
Bo Siyan's gaze fell below her neck, and his pupils darkened instantly, a hint of heat surging through his body.
His brows furrowed slightly, showing a hint of surprise.
Is this a case of 'the sow trying to pass for Diaochan'?
