Zhao Rong stared at Xue Li's chest and swallowed hard, desperately trying to stop his nosebleed.
After kneeling to thank Zhao Rong, Xue Li suddenly noticed his eyes were fixed squarely on her chest. Instantly, she covered herself with her hands and looked at him. "My savior, where are you looking…?"
Hearing her, Zhao Rong snapped back to reality. He awkwardly fumbled for an excuse, saying, "No, miss, you've got it all wrong. I was just checking to see if you had any wounds on your chest."
As he spoke, he licked his lips. Damn, this woman's figure is unreal. So big, so round, so pale… It makes you want to use the… Dragon Beckoning Hand…
When the assistant beside him saw that Zhao Rong seemed to have designs on the beautiful woman, he immediately stepped forward, nudged him with his elbow, and whispered, "Zhao Rong, going by seniority, it's my turn to pursue this beauty. You'd better not get any ideas…"
