Jiang Zihong reached out to wrap an arm around Qiao Jing's shoulder as he spoke.
Qiao Jing sidestepped to avoid Jiang Zihong's hand, warning coldly, "If you want to keep that paw of yours, you'd better stay away from me."
"Of course, if you're not afraid of becoming a cripple, go ahead and try!"
Jiang Zihong was convinced his earlier guess was correct, believing Qiao Jing was being insincere, feigning coldness while actually playing a game of cat and mouse.
Thus, he ignored Qiao Jing's warning entirely.
He stared intently at Qiao Jing, his eyes sweeping over her as a lecherous smile appeared on his face.
This elegant, alluring figure and perfect proportions, paired with such a stunningly beautiful face, would make her look like a fairy.
In the face of such beauty and a perfect figure, what man wouldn't be enchanted?
Jiang Zihong thought quietly, his gaze seemingly glued to Qiao Jing's face.
