A voice from behind, and Qi Fang knew who she was—it was that stubborn woman. It's only been a few days and she's already found him, even sneaked into his house. Quite brave, and quite skilled too.
She was the third person to come to his place since he moved in, though not openly, but sneaking in like a thief.
Qi Fang thought so.
"Speak, where are my things?"
The cold words rang in his ears again, and at the same time, a pain twisted his hands, bringing Qi Fang back to reality.
"A woman ought to be gentler. Otherwise, men won't like it," Qi Fang said softly.
Ye Shuilan was slightly stunned, not yet reacting, when he had already flipped over. She, who was originally sitting on him, was now pressed beneath him, face to face, their eyes locking.
The situation had reversed.
How did he do it?
