"Qiao, black man, looks a bit like | Obama, there's a very noticeable mole under his right eye near the brow."
Although Xu Xia didn't want to hear him say such things, she still dutifully noted the details he described.
"Very good, here's a reward." Leng Zirui smiled as he kissed her forehead, "Alright, I have to go. Be careful, don't worry too much, everything will go smoothly."
Xu Xia escorted him to the door, and as he reached the door, she hurriedly grabbed the hem of his clothes.
"If you come back by six tonight, I'll agree... to marry you."
Leng Zirui turned his face to look into her eyes.
"Okay."
He pulled her over and unceremoniously pressed his lips to hers.
...
...
Only when she was kissed breathless, her heart pounding against the wall, did he release her with satisfaction.
"Wait for me!"
With a soft whisper, Leng Zirui strode downstairs.
