"Park Jiahui, are you done or not!"
Xu Ke was exasperated, looking at the woman stuck to him like a leech. He shouted angrily.
"Not done! You bastard, you barely came back from the dead. If I don't keep a close watch on you, who knows where you'll end up dead again?"
Clinging to Xu Ke's arm, she tightly wrapped it in her embrace, resting her head on his shoulder, speaking earnestly.
Xu Ke's eyelids twitched involuntarily. The woman's ample chest was so tightly pressed that it made his hand ache.
"Can't we be a little more reserved? I am a married man, after all!"
"I don't care. After all, whoever falls into my hands is just one slice away from death!"
"You..." Xu Ke sighed helplessly; he didn't know how to respond to such talk.
"There are millions of men out there. Why do you keep pestering me?"
