Qin Zhan felt that the boy in front of him was practically a genuine enchantress. When the boy truly went crazy, Qin Zhan knew that he had been tightly held in the boy's hand.
At this moment, he was helpless and could only wait for the right opportunity to turn defense into offense... such as now.
Suddenly, he grabbed the boy around the waist and strode towards the unoccupied ward next door. Qin Zhan extinguished the cigarette that was almost burned to the end and threw it into the ashtray. He flipped onto the bed, pinning the boy down, his phoenix eyes half-narrowed, deeply gazing at the boy who had just been wreaking havoc.
The boy suddenly smirked, his eyes twinkling, "How did Fourth Brother know that no one lives here?"
Qin Zhan licked the corner of the boy's eye bit by bit, his voice slightly hoarse, "Originally I arranged it so you and Xiaoyuan could rest here, I didn't expect... it would come in handy for other purposes now..."
