Feng Zhixiao was stunned, feeling the things in his hands were quite something. He immediately gave them a squeeze. Damn, so full, so elastic.
"Bastard, I'll kill you!" Fang Qin's face turned crimson, her eyes seemed filled with rage.
Feng Zhixiao immediately knew he was in trouble, quickly jumped up, and dashed around the room, which was suddenly filled with a cacophony of howls. Eventually, Feng Zhixiao dove under the bed, where Fang Qin couldn't hit or catch him. Fang Qin stood at the side of the bed, fuming, "Bastard, come out, or don't blame me for flipping the bed!"
"Damn, stupid woman, I told you I didn't do anything to you last night!" Feng Zhixiao gritted his teeth.
"Then why are my clothes off?" Fang Qin retorted.
