The scent of Lan Hua's perfume was overpowering, and Wang Xiaoshuai felt his blood boil.
"What's there to lose? If I'm going to die, dying while holding a beauty isn't a loss at all!"
"Brother Wang, how can you still joke at a time like this? Do you know how scared I am? I don't want to die, I'm not even married yet!" Lan Hua said, frightened.
With a mischievous smile, Wang Xiaoshuai responded, "So you're not married? That's hardly a big deal. Have you got a boyfriend? Have you ever experienced the happiness of being a woman? If you have, it's no different from being married."
"But if you've never even had the chance to be a woman, then yeah, you are at a bit of a loss. But don't worry, with me here, you definitely won't die."
Worried, Lan Hua asked, "Why? Can you really save me?"
