"Damn! This dress is such a burden! I should have brought some sportswear!"
Ming Lanyuan held a Western Sword in one hand and tore the hem of her long skirt wrapped around her legs with the other.
Exposing her long, snow-white legs, well, it was much easier to move now.
A suit jacket was wrapped around her waist.
"Wear this."
Ming Lanyuan turned her head to look at Cao Yu, her expression quite odd.
Cao Yu's expression was completely serious.
"It's just to keep you warm."
Ming Lanyuan suddenly grabbed Cao Yu's arm and moved closer...
Pu chi!
The Western Sword pierced the skull of a scorched corpse behind him.
Looking down at the large hand holding her waist, she curled her lips into a smile: "Darling, let go of your hand."
"I thought it was my irresistible charm." Cao Yu raised an eyebrow.
"No, I'm simply protecting one of our nation's top taxpayers."
"Oh, let's just say it's my irresistible charm for you then."
