"Spit it out!" Wang Dadong put Fang He down in a relatively secluded area.
"Mmm!" Fang He's silver teeth bit down firmly, eyes filled with stubbornness, refusing to open her mouth.
Wang Dadong was amused in his anger, did he really have to use force?
But facing such a stubborn Fang He, Wang Dadong found it hard to lay hands on her.
If the other party were a man, it would be easier; just a punch to the stomach would make him obediently spit out the Shining Star.
But the other party was a woman, a beautiful woman at that, making it difficult for him to act.
Indeed, this museum director was quite beautiful, about thirty-one or thirty-two years old, looking very elegant. Her long hair was tied up, with fair and smooth skin, an oval face, big eyes, and eyebrows curved like willow leaves, with a slightly curved small mouth, looking very attractive.
Especially that air of stubbornness on the woman, which was particularly captivating.
