"The Chest-Smashing Rock's twenty-eighth tour starts now! Folks with money, show some love with your purse; those without, show some love with your presence."
Chest-Smashing Rock?
And a twenty-eighth tour?
Wen Qiao was startled and turned around, just in time to see a burly man swinging a huge hammer directly at her chest.
"Stop!"
With Wen Qiao's shout, she suddenly opened her eyes and woke from her dream.
It might have been her gaze he felt because the hand moved a little.
Wen Qiao felt a rush of heat to her forehead. Before she had time to act, she heard Fu Jinghen's mumbling voice, "You're awake..."
The man's voice was uniquely husky and vague in the early morning, and when he hummed by her ear, the seductive power was simply off the charts.
