At this moment, Hua Hua pushed him forcefully, alarm bells ringing loudly in her mind, her voice somewhat disordered.
It seemed Ling Yin was deliberate, his arm locking him in place, preventing his escape, legs entwined tightly around his, both of them grappling each other on the chair. Ling Yin's back wound throbbed repeatedly, as if pulling at the injury, but he had no time to care about it. In the end, he gained the upper hand.
"Didn't you say, if not a hundred times, then a thousand?"
"That was me paying others, not getting paid. Get lost, Ling Yin, let me go, or do you believe I'll kill you?" Hua Hua felt particularly uneasy inside, afraid that Ling Yin, driven by sudden interest, would take action against him.
He is also a man, he of course knows what men are like!
