Song Song thought she was being so gentle and soft-spoken, desperate to try every trick to plead with him, he should be moved or reconsider going to Taohuawu, but unexpectedly, he was unyielding as if he had already decided to take Taohuawu.
But taking down Taohuawu is no easy feat.
Not to mention anything else, even pinpointing the location is a problem—
Going there rashly is practically a suicide mission.
"Xiao Jinghuai, I've never asked you for anything, just this one thing, please listen to me, okay?" Song Song, driven to desperation, resorted to pestering him like this.
The man curled his lips, "Are you sure you haven't asked? I remember just the day before, you were in bed begging me to go gentler, slower, wasn't that you?"
If Song Song's eyes weren't sore, her fist would have flown back, "Old scoundrel."
Xiao Jinghuai was very pleased with her reaction, leaning forward to lick her delicate earlobe, "But you really like old scoundrels!"
