"I refuse."
Li Feng's firm voice rang out as he looked seriously at Lan Suyao.
"Senior, I'm not a fool. Just because you offer a bit of your body, you think you can manipulate me as you wish?"
He said it with a sneer.
Lan Suyao, stunned for a moment, slowly glanced down at the hand that was still kneading her breast.
Seeing this, Li Feng gave a small cough before retracting his hand ... of course, not before giving it one last hard squeeze.
Then he turned his back and began to walk away slowly.
"Well then, I'm taking my leave. If you still want me to help with that task of yours, I can but under the terms we had agreed—"
But before he could finish, an attack shot straight toward his back.
"...!"
He spun around and raised his arm to guard.
Crack!
Crack!
A sharp, icy sensation tore through his arm, freezing it instantly.
He turned to look at the woman who had attacked him.
"…What is the meaning of this, Senior Lan?"
