She didn't care at all; she clung to his shoulder, leaning in close to his ear, "Su Qinghou, let me tell you a secret." She breathed hotly into his ear, "I covet you."
Su Qinghou's gun-holding finger slightly curled, "Take your hand away."
"No."
She clung even tighter.
Su Qinghou never knew before that women could be so clingy, like the cat he had raised in his youth; its body was soft, its temperament fierce, and its claws sharp.
"I'll count to three, and if you don't take your hand away, I'll chop it off." His face was stern, his eyes slightly squinted, "One."
The clingy hand still clung to his neck.
He paused for two seconds, his finger moving toward the trigger, "Two."
Zhan Dongdong tilted her head to look at him, her eyes blurry with drunkenness, she smiled, a seductive beautiful smile, confident and commanding an aura of her own, "You can't count to three, if you do I'll bite you."
Su Qinghou slightly lifted his eyelid, "Three."
He raised his gun—
