At that moment, Ye Wanwan broke out in a cold sweat. This time, she had truly only hurt her enemy eight hundred times but hurt herself by a thousand!
There was nothing that could be done right now; she already pounced on him and could only keep going from there.
Ye Wanwan laid on his chest like a neglected concubine and whined, "I've been here for so long but you don't even care. What's so good about watching this? You've been looking at this the whole time; is it better looking than I am? Who's better-looking--me or this thing?"
These were truly the words of a trouble-making beauty.
The divider was able to block the visuals but not the sounds in the car. Liu Ying would probably be pissed to death when he heard that.
It was almost as if she could hear the gritting of teeth from the front.
In fact, Ye Wanwan was right.
Liu Ying had already unsheathed the sword that he usually brought with him, "This demonic woman!!!"
