"So hot, so hot..." Sun Hanhua quickly revealed her fair and jade-like shoulders, and even half of the white flesh on her chest.
The moment had arrived, Wang Daniu stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her jade legs, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and took big strides toward the house.
Sun Hanhua felt she had lost her balance, and the last bit of reason plunged her into panic—this man was taking her to a place where they would be alone to take liberties with her.
Unexpectedly, this Taoist turned out to be a sanctimonious hypocrite; Sun Hanhua felt like a lamb walking into the mouth of a tiger, both ashamed and embarrassed.
Although she was twenty-six this year, due to her aloof and haughty personality, she had never had a serious boyfriend; men had always flocked after her, while she avoided them at all costs.
Compared to men, she was more interested in power and money; with authority and wealth, any man could become her plaything.
