"Fool, why torment yourself?" Wen Dong sighed.
Long Yuanyuan's eyes reddening, she shook her head, "It's not torment, they all slander you, but only I believe you are innocent. It was that Jiang who must have planted the box on you, deliberately framing you."
As she spoke, the woman bit her silver teeth and mustered great courage. Her face flushed as she undid her own clothing, revealing her body, "Wen Lang, take me, I won't regret it."
Because of her years of martial arts training, Long Yuanyuan had a figure that could be described as slim and enchanting.
Wen Dong gently caressed the girl's skin.
But his eyes betrayed no covetous desire.
Long Yuanyuan closed her eyes, biting her lip, and forcefully suppressed the sounds trying to escape her throat.
"Actually, I stole the box." Wen Dong suddenly said.
Long Yuanyuan's eyes widened in shock.
After a long moment of stunned silence, she asked blankly, "Wen Lang, why would you steal..."
