"Then how about I help you jog your memory?" Leng Zirui leaned in close to her face.
"No need, I'm not Xiao Qian." Xu Xia's mouth was stubborn, but her breathing had already grown a little tight.
Leng Zirui didn't say anything more; he just moved in and kissed her lips, while his hand reached over and lifted the hem of her nightdress.
Xu Xia's heart was pounding like Ray; she whispered, "You… don't you still have official business to do?!"
He still had things to take care of today, and had to… with her… She was just worried it would affect his work.
Leng Zirui only lifted his face and shot her a wicked grin. "It's fine, I'm fast."
As he spoke, Xu Xia suddenly felt a chill on her leg, something was being fastened around her foot. Feeling that something was off, she pushed herself up on her arms in confusion, only to see Leng Zirui carefully strapping a holster with a gun to her thigh.
"Is this… a gun?!"
