Han Qin playfully blinked at Lin Hai, overtly sending flirting glances, her fiery little tongue licked her lips, and she cooed, "My Lord, tonight I'll take good care of you, is that okay?"
"Nani? Miss Battle Lord, in the dead of night, with just the two of us alone, what kind of scene are you trying to set?" Lin Hai's eyes bulged in disbelief. How did this girl sneak past him without making a sound and slip in?
Han Qin's eyes were like water as she gently fussed over her long black hair, her voice delicate, "My Lord, I feel so lonely, empty, and cold inside, and my heart hurts. Won't you comfort me?"
Lin Hai's forehead was lined with black lines, wondering since when did Miss Battle Lord become so unrestrained.
"Ma'am, could you please step out first? If Ouyang Xiaoya finds out, we're both done for." Lin Hai's face was a picture of misery; a beauty was within reach, yet he couldn't boldly touch her, which was painful.
