Wang Xianfu thought for a moment, then picked up Song Jiaren and placed her on the sofa beside him, turned around with his upper body lying on the sofa and his lower body kneeling on the ground, then stretched out his hands to untie Song Jiaren's belt.
"No!" Song Jiaren was struggling even in her sleep, reaching out and gripping her belt tightly, not allowing Wang Xianfu to unbuckle it.
"You shameless woman, aren't you a saleswoman who makes money by selling your body? Why are you acting all high and mighty with me?" Wang Xianfu said as he started to pull at Song Jiaren's hands.
"Ah yee!" Wang Xianfu suddenly screamed and jerked his hands back; it turned out Song Jiaren, with her long nails, had scratched Wang Xianfu's hand hard, leaving a deep wound on one of his fingers, bleeding profusely.
"Damn, are you a porcupine or something? Full of spikes?" Wang Xianfu grimaced in pain while clutching his finger.
