Fan Shaoming shook his head, desperately shaking his head, for even if Zhou Jingyun were to lie naked on his bed now, he wouldn't dare touch a hair on her body.
After all, pleasure couldn't compare to one's life; in any case, life was a bit more important.
"I really want to squash you now!" Bai Feng flung his hand away fiercely, "But I still want to get married and have children!"
He couldn't let Su Xiaoyue succeed, and even though he was filled with hatred, he still had to spare Fan Shaoming at this moment.
That woman, she was becoming more formidable.
He awaited the end of his detention to have a great battle with her.
If he were to be defeated and die at her hands, he would be content. To die at the hands of the woman he loved, ah, that was a form of happiness for him. If she were defeated, he would build a golden house to hide this Ajiao, so she would be solely devoted to his harem.
What a beautiful dream he had.
Ah, dreams are always wonderful.
