"I don't think we should call you Beast Lin anymore."
"Rather we should call you Bastard Lin."
Ouyang Xiaoya stomped her foot in anger, watching Bastard Lin exaggeratedly rubbing his chest, even popping a few buttons open on his shirt, intentionally showing off some skin. His jade-like face now wore a teeth-grinding expression.
"It really hurts, CEO. When you bit on my chest just now, you left red lipstick marks. How am I supposed to face people now?" Lin Hai exaggerated, continuously grimacing.
Ouyang Xiaoya, hearing Lin Hai's metaphor-laden sleazy tone, was beyond furious.
Just now, she was thinking of gradually nurturing him to wash away his sleaziness and step into a healthy and positive new life and new values. But now, it seems like this path is extremely long and arduous. It's very tough to reform Bastard Lin, the goal is far-reaching, and the reality is damn skinny.
