Shen Cheng didn’t speak, just lowered her head and bit down on his lips again.
The intense pain from his neck made Shi Yu instinctively raise his sword eyebrows, and a shade of darkness swiftly clouded his stunning face. He flipped over, pinning her beneath him, and said dangerously, "Want to try that again?"
Licking the blood from the corner of her mouth, Shen Cheng looked seductively like an enticing Vampire, "If you’re not afraid of dropping dead, go ahead!"
Looking at the little woman beneath him, full of provocation, Shi Yu’s eyes lost some of their coldness, curiously lifting the corners of his mouth, "Even a thousand times wouldn’t be too much."
Shen Cheng’s gaze fell on his hand, her expression calm and unflustered, pausing for a second before she looked up at him, "Doesn’t feel good?"
"Should I go get it fixed?"
"Find a plastic surgery hospital."
"You dare to try going to one and see."
"Stop thinking about all that nonsensical stuff!" His woman shouldn’t even think about going to such places to get random procedures done!
"Nowadays, female celebrities, models, which one hasn’t had work done?" Shen Cheng smacked her lips, "Tsk, just thinking about it, I can’t help but get a nosebleed."
"Shen Chengzi, what kind of messy stuff is filling your head? You’d better not even think about it!" Shi Yu glared at her, his handsome face grim, his voice utterly cold.
"Cough!" Shen Cheng coughed lightly, pretending she didn’t hear his words, and continued on the spicy topic, "I saw Susan earlier, husband, do you think men like that kind of woman?"
As she spoke, she gently shook Shi Yu’s hand, her demeanor somehow carrying a certain cute charm.
Shi Yu looked at her with a deep gaze, his sharp eyes seemed like they could pierce through someone at any moment.
In fact, no matter how good other women’s figures were, they couldn’t pique his interest in the slightest.
His heart had long been taken by a little wild cat, so he had no more attention to spare for other women.
The corners of Shen Cheng’s mouth curved up slightly, she raised her hand to hook around his neck, tilting her head back, "Then what kind of woman do you like?"
Shi Yu narrowed his cold eyes, also steering the conversation this way, his woman, indeed, was no good sort.
He spoke, his tone somewhat detached, but to Shen Cheng, it felt warm, and she smiled mischievously, "Like me?"
Shi Yu’s face was stern, he spat out a sentence with some impatience. "Yes."
Shen Cheng suppressed the urge to laugh, relentless, "But my touch isn’t good, is it?"
"It is." Shi Yu’s noble sword eyebrows lifted, and a hint of gloom tinted his eyes.
"What is?" Shen Cheng curled her lips up, smiling mesmerizingly.
"Whose touch is good?"
This Little Elf, getting better and better at tormenting me!