"Fuck!"
Chen Xiaobei was almost crushed breathless. He had never expected the delicate He Zixuan to be so fierce, but what came next was even wilder.
The moment she pinned him down, He Zixuan bit his lips like a tigress. There was no beauty in it; she was just like a starving she-wolf! Her soft, boneless hands slid down, tracing a path toward his crotch.
"Xiaoxuan, you... you need to calm down. We need to have a proper talk," Chen Xiaobei said, quickly grabbing her hand.
Although He Zixuan was exceptionally beautiful, Chen Xiaobei didn't harbor those kinds of feelings for her. If I really slept with her, what kind of mess would that be?
But He Zixuan had clearly gone mad. She roared, "Chen Xiaobei! Are you even a man? You won't even eat the meat that's been brought right to your lips."
"You have no guts! I... I look down on you!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Chen Xiaobei's temper flared. "He Zixuan, don't you dare provoke me. I, Chen Xiaobei, am no saint!"
