Hao Jian looked at her heaving chest and laughed, then said, "You... what about you? I'm still me, me, me...!"
Liang Xiaohan didn't expect Hao Jian, a grown man, to be so glib and eloquent, and to use her words to provoke her, leaving her feeling at a loss for a moment.
But Hao Jian looked at her, at her almost perfectly beautiful face, which was now flushed with anger. He had no doubt that if they were in a different situation, without Liang Youzhen and the others sitting inside to intimidate her, she might have gone straight for him.
Thinking of this, he silently sighed. Actually, he didn't want this either, after all, Liang Xiaohan was such a beauty. He didn't want to make her angry; this was something he didn't want to happen.
