Ah, what a bummer.
Yan Fengchi had just been discussing with Luo Xi about going for a race, but ended up having to drop the idea.
Luo Xi pulled out her phone, checked the time, and with no concern for Young Master Gu's sudden mood swings, poked the man beside her on the shoulder: "Let's go."
"Don't. If I piss him off, he might just exile me like Hua Hua. Then you'd have to live as a widow."
"Wouldn't that suit me perfectly?"
Hearing this, Yan Fengchi tightened his grip around Luo Xi's waist and squinted his eyes: "What did you just say?"
Those dangerous eyes seemed to say, "If you dare utter another word that displeases me, I'll handle you right now!"
His hand had already drifted to the zipper on the back of her dress, poised to cause mischief at any moment. This finally made Luo Xi feel threatened. The seductive woman chuckled lightly, tugged at his collar, leaned close to his ear, and teased: "I said… how about we find a place, so I can… handle you…"
