He leaned in and whispered a few words into Zhou Lian's ear. If one could ignore the roguish curl of Li Xiu's lips, it was a perfect picture: the man handsome, the woman gorgeous, lost in a moment of tender affection that even the finest artist could not capture.
Alas, as Li Xiu finished speaking, Zhou Lian's face visibly turned red, then purple, and finally, a deep, stormy crimson. She began to flail in his arms, but her struggles were feeble, barely making a ripple before he locked her firmly in his embrace.
"Bao'er, don't be angry. See? My suggestion is great! It's good for you and good for me—a win-win situation!"
Staring at his shameless expression, Zhou Lian knew there was nothing she could do about him. 'I never would have guessed that this man, who seems so noble and upright on the surface, would have absolutely no sense of decency in private,' she thought. 'Forget living one extra life—even if I lived ten more, I could never match his thick skin.'
