"Give everything to Che Laojiu!"
Sister Hong, who was riding on Lin Fan, looked at him in surprise: "How should I give it to him?"
"Of course, with your body."
Lin Fan pinched her chin: "Have you forgotten? A woman's tears are the best weapon. No one can resist such a bloodless bullet, especially someone like Che Laojiu, who walks the Jianghu Road and talks about chivalry and justice. As long as you cry well, he will surely be captivated by you."
"Last time you made me bleed, and I cried, but how come you didn't soften your heart?"
Speaking of tears, Sister Hong immediately recalled last time when Lin Fan used his fingers to tease her honey pot, pacing around the room. That wound caused her a lot of pain, and no matter how she cried, he wouldn't let go.
"I'm a scholar. Don't you know that scholars have cruel hearts?"
