"Qin Fan, what are you doing! What the hell do you want!" Crouching down, Zhou Xueman clutched her exposed breasts and roared hysterically at Qin Fan, screaming in the hopes of forcing Qin Chu and his wife to come out. But she couldn't have known that thanks to the Soundproofing Array, they wouldn't hear a thing, even if she screamed her throat raw.
"What do I want? Relax, I have no intention of touching you. Someone like you holds no appeal for me. You're no different from a fifty-dollar streetwalker," Qin Fan glanced at her snow-white skin and sneered, his eyes unnervingly calm. Then, before Zhou Xueman could speak, he crooked a finger at her. "Stand up."
"You're insane! You're a madman! No... no, I won't!" Tears streamed down her face. If she had a choice, she would have run far, far away. But naked as she was, where could she possibly go? How could she muster the courage?
