Sexually repressed? Unsatisfied?
Fuck!
Isn't this just a roundabout way of saying he's incompetent?
With a dark expression, Xing Liehuo took a deep breath, "You little wench, watch how I'm gonna make sure you've had enough—"
Speaking of which, Xing's dignity was completely gone.
His deep-set eyes were full of sharpness, and with a sullen face, he walked towards Lian Qiao, scooped her into his arms in a "thud thud thud" and strode outside.
Seeing his expression, Lian Qiao's heart quivered.
Something's not right...
Which part did she mess up?
How was she to know what was written on that paper that angered the Fire King of Hell to this extent, his face blacker than Bao Zheng's?
Her little face plastered with a peace-maintaining fake smile, she took a breath and asked, "Liehuo, what's wrong with you?"
