"Giggle, giggle, giggle."
By now, the poison had been cleaned up, and Qi Hong was brimming with energy. She smiled at Zhang Xiaoshan and said,
"You little rascal, full of mischief and still pretending to be coy. Are you really that afraid of Little Man?"
Zhang Xiaoshan, looking at Qi Hong's alluring appearance, swallowed his saliva and said.
"It's not fear, but respect. Sister Man has been very good to me, I—I don't want to wrong her."
"Giggle, giggle..."
Qi Hong laughed even more joyfully.
Her jade hand had already slipped into the collar of Zhang Xiaoshan's shirt.
"You're killing me with laughter. Little Man already told me, you've been involved with several women, don't you feel embarrassed saying that?"
Zhang Xiaoshan was at a loss for words.
At this moment, Qi Hong asked again,
"Naughty boy, tell me, between me and Little Man, who is more charming?"
Zhang Xiaoshan chuckled.
