Speaking of this, Third Chicken looked frustrated and rolled up the blanket to reveal her slender arms, "Look!"
Then she lifted her shirt's hem, showing her thin waist, "Look, look!"
She turned around, exposing her back, revealing bruised marks on her snow-white skin—truly unbearable to witness.
"I'm telling you, I'm covered in wounds, all swollen from the beatings!"
"Beaten?" Xia Weibao's jaw dropped.
"How else would I have these injuries?"
"I thought it was... you know, from, uh, that sort of thing." She blushed...
Third Chicken, "..."
Although she hadn't done "that" with any man, she had received training in seductive tactics, so she understood what Xia Weibao meant by "that."
Her expression grew dark, with a hint of distortion.
"Even if all the men in the world died, I wouldn't do 'that' with Nan Yi!"
"Nan Yi?!" Xia Weibao's voice pitch rose sharply.
What's Nan Yi got to do with it? Since when did Third Chicken get involved with Nan Yi?
