"Killing prisoners is bad luck! Killing prisoners is bad luck!"
Zhou Li shouted loudly.
Xu Ziyi smirked, reaching out her hand and firmly wrapping it around Zhou Li's neck, pinned him against her chest, and gritted her teeth, "So you're a prisoner now, too? Young Master Zhou, did you think you'd see this day when you turned me into a woman?"
If Xu Ziyi were a man, this act would be extremely annoying, and if she still had body odor, this act would suffice to send Zhou Li to heaven.
But now, Xu Ziyi···
could also send Zhou Li to heaven.
I, damn.
So, big.
At that moment, Zhou Li's brain went blank from the overwhelming soft fragrance -- if Tang Wan's femininity spring made her age backward, Xu Ziyi's femininity spring was a perfect female figure maker.
For a while, Zhou Li was so compressed by the mighty aura that he couldn't speak a word, only capable of emitting sorrowful whimpers, much to Xu Ziyi's delight.
