The entire room was filled with a biting cold, as if entering a harsh winter.
Huang Chuanjun continuously emitted a chilling aura that enveloped Chen Dong; ordinary people would likely have been unable to withstand it long ago.
Chen Dong quickly waved his hand, "This is not my fault, it was clearly you who asked me to bathe and massage you."
Upon hearing Chen Dong mention the bathing and massaging, and remembering that a majority of her body had been touched by him inch by inch, Huang Chuanjun clenched her teeth so tightly she almost shattered them, "How can I wash away this great humiliation without killing you?"
Such a shameful matter must never be spread; otherwise, Huang Chuanjun really didn't know how she could face others.
Huang Chuanjun waved her hand, and a piece of white silk flew toward Chen Dong.
Then, hiding behind the white silk, she changed her hand into a palm and struck towards Chen Dong's chest.
