Xia Yanbing smiled and nodded: "Honey, this just shows you're someone with great fortune to have such an encounter. I can tell Linlin really likes the Netherflame Stick; otherwise, she wouldn't put aside her pride to do a pole dance."
Qin Yi pouted: "What kind of dance was that? It wasn't good at all. Others perform pole dances, but she was just gnawing on it like sugar cane."
"Wasn't Linlin's dance good?"
Qin Yi shook his head and righteously said: "No, I didn't watch it."
Xia Yanbing leaned close to Qin Yi's ear, her breath like orchids: "Then why did you have a reaction, dear?"
Qin Yi shivered, a chill running down his back. "Don't talk nonsense, when did I ever... you know?"
Damn, this is a trick question, no way I can admit it.
"Didn't you?"
Xia Yanbing got too close, her scent filled Qin Yi's nose, and her warm breath instantly turned the little flame that he had so carefully extinguished back into a raging fire.
