Wang Hao glanced at the Durex, then at Xu Jing, and asked curiously, "Jingjing, what do you mean by this? Do you want me to put work clothes on my little buddy for some safe construction?"
"Damn your sister!" Xu Jing exploded on the spot like a little leopard.
Wang Hao shrugged his shoulders and said, "If I'm not supposed to put work clothes on my little buddy, then why did you give this to me?"
"Do, do, do ..." Xu Jing was so angry she was gnashing her teeth and couldn't speak. She saw a fruit knife on the table, grabbed it, and charged at Wang Hao.
Wang Hao saw that Xu Jing seemed serious and blocked her with the hand holding an apple.
"Crack!"
The shiny fruit knife stabbed through the apple and nicked Wang Hao's finger, from which a trace of fresh blood seeped out.
Just as Xu Jing was about to pull the knife out for another stab, Wang Hao, quick as a flash, grabbed her wrist.
Xu Jing struggled fiercely, and Wang Hao pulled with all his strength.
