"Little Angel, don't you feel like we've met before?!"
Leng Zirui asked in English, an evil smile on his face, as he reached out his hand to touch her face.
"Don't touch her!"
By the bed, Luo Ke growled in displeasure.
Leng Zirui stopped his hand less than an inch from Luo Xiaoqian's face, turning to look at Luo Ke, "Is she... the woman that gentleman brought back?!"
Before Luo Ke could answer, his gaze had already returned to Luo Xiaoqian's face. He bent down, Leng Zirui gazing at her greedily.
"Silky hair, eyes like the night sky, skin as delicate as fine Eastern porcelain... An angelic face that makes one's blood boil uncontrollably..." His gaze slid down from her face, lingering over her partially exposed collarbone, drifting over her chest, and settling on her slender long legs, "Sir, can you give her to me? I'll give you fifty million!"
As Leng Zirui spoke, Luo Xiaoqian furrowed her brows, looking at him.
