A faint smile teased her lips, Lian Qiao said with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Dream on, try hitting me and see?"
Even though she knew his toughness was just a show, she couldn't help but tease him.
His authority challenged, Xing Liehuo raised his hand and slapped her on the butt, it was the only way for him to act tough, "What about that? I hit you, didn't I?"
Lian Qiao pursed her lips, "Tickles."
"With your delicate skin and tender flesh, I just can't bear it, I still need to use it later," he said.
Unable to hold back a laugh, Lian Qiao shoved him hard on the chest, "Go take a shower! Stinky man."
"Behave, wait for me!"
At the sound of that ambiguously forgiving command, the man leapt out of bed and dashed into the bathroom at the speed of an 800-meter sprint, in such a golden opportunity, with time and conditions on his side, it would be a disservice to that unscrupulous author's arrangement not to do something, right?
