"Still making a fuss?"
His voice was low and husky, echoing overhead.
She couldn't see the man's face but still felt his heavy gaze fixed intently on her face without blinking.
If she continued to make a fuss, would he deal with her on the spot? Would she be torn apart?
Leh Ying whispered softly, "No... I won't make a fuss, I'll listen to Mr. Xu's arrangements."
How much of that was true?
Ha, who would believe she wouldn't make a fuss.
In the deep of night, only when she was as docile and soft, her face addictively enthralled, with a complaining tone, clinging tightly to his neck without letting go, did she seem to completely belong to him.
Only then would she tenderly reveal her deep-hidden emotions.
Xu Jingxi reached to touch her cheek, replying impatiently, "With that attitude, why the hell are you running around."
