"What?"
Wen Nian was stunned for a moment...
Tang Xiaohua looked at him,
"You play your President, I'll play my bodyguard. After four months, we still go our separate ways, isn't that great? Why do you always have to provoke me! Is it so amusing for you to see me panic-stricken? To see me at a loss, lost and confused time and again, does that make you happy?"
"Three years ago, you cold-heartedly killed me, and now you put on an act as if you can't let go of old feelings, one moment slapping me, the next giving me candy. Sir, what exactly do you want to get from me? Why concoct such roundabout lies?"
Tang Xiaohua's furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and she smirked mockingly, looking down on Wen Nian with contempt,
"Is it my body?"
"..."
Wen Nian's eyes were deep and unfathomable. Tang Xiaohua, having said that, actually began to undress,
"If that's what you want, have it. It's just a pity that this body is probably not as exquisite as you imagine, quite rough to the touch."