"Literally, do you feel wronged, in pain, for having sacrificed your body for the revolution?" Swinging her arms, the woman, with the gloom gone, spoke with a hint of coquettishness in her tone.
And this was exactly the feeling Xing Liehuo cherished.
Shaking his head with a suppressed smile, he tightened his hold around her waist, drawing her closer to him and said in a meaningful tone, "I do feel quite wronged!"
Done for!
Lian Qiao's face changed, she lifted those gleaming eyes, beginning to get slightly annoyed, "How wronged do you feel, wronged about what?"
"Fierce woman, I often starve because of you, isn't that a kind of suffering?"
Looking up at the sky, Lian Qiao was somewhat at a loss for words, "…Let's go, Wukong, let's go home!"
Thinking about the 'allusion' of Sun Wukong, the two of them couldn't help but share a knowing smile.
After emptying her mind, Lian Qiao felt a bit tired; she draped her body over the man and closed her eyes.
