C4

"Hmm?"

Hearing someone calling him, Mi Su subconsciously agreed. However, when that lazy and soft voice sounded in the ears of the people around him, even the tip of her heart was itching.

The man's probing gaze fell on her face.

Not bad.

Pure and durable.

What mattered was that he liked her voice.

Although...

He would often be unable to control himself because of her low moan, but this did not deny his love for Mi Su's voice.

To Rong Jinchu, her voice had a kind of strange magic that could make his irritable mood become peaceful and quiet.

Similarly, her voice made it easy for him to react physically.

This point was something that Rong Jinchu hated.

He was used to planning, and hated being held back.

All of his enemies over the years had been dealt with one by one by him, so should he let the little girl who had affected his twenty years of sleep suffer a fate worse than death, or live a life worse than death?

Mi Su raised his head and looked at the man in front of her.

Yes.

Looking at it this way, it was even better.

Mi Su smiled, her hands holding her chin, as she looked at Rong Jinchu in a daze.

She must have had an endocrine disorder recently, a physical need that led to hallucinations.

Lin Feng looked at Rong Jinchu accidentally, seeing that he did not intend to knock him out and throw him into the ocean to feed the fishes, he pulled up a chair and used a tissue to wipe it clean. After confirming that there was no dust, he pushed the chair behind Rong Jinchu.

Rong Jinchu sized Mi Su up without moving his eyes away, and slowly and gracefully sat down.

He reached out his hand, pinching Mi Su's smooth chin with his well-defined fingers.

The feel was good.

The sudden coldness made Mi Su's mind clear up a bit.

Rong Jinchu sensed that, and looked at the half finished beer on the side, and pushed it in front of Mi Su. The clear voice was low, and was magnetic yet bewitching: "Continue."

Mi Su stared blankly at it. The little bit of consciousness from before had disappeared, and under the enticement of the beauty, he raised the undrunk beer, and once again drank the whole thing in a daze.

Seeing that she was obedient, Rong Jinchu's lips curled up into a smile: Do you like it?

Mi Su frowned, "Isn't this the taste of beer? Should we separate them to have a drink?"

The smile on Rong Jinchu's face widened as he caressed his smooth and tender skin.

Was a woman's face so comfortable to the touch?

As Lin Feng watched, he was shocked by the good-natured Rong Jinchu. He thought about something unbelievable and blurted out subconsciously, "Young Master Rong has set his eyes on her?"

"It just barely caught my eye."

"No more punishments?"

Rong Jinchu got up from his seat, bent down and leaned towards Mi Su, and sized her up condescendingly. His voice was filled with a creepy gentleness, "I was just thinking, that I should think of a way for her to live a life worse than death."

Lin Feng: "…"

He just knew that, as an old virgin man that wasn't even close to a woman in thirty years, Young Master Rong's pity for women was basically nil.

Of course, as an old virgin, Lin Feng did not either.

Rong Jinchu wanted to retract the finger that was resting on Mi Su's cheek, but he fondled the smooth and tender temperature felt from the tip of her finger, and maintained his previous posture.

He turned his head and looked at Lin Feng, his light brown eyes serene and serene.

The smile on his face was sinister and dangerous. "Tell me, how should I kill her?"

"…"

Bang!

Xia Anan who was lying on the table slammed the table and bellowed, "Charge!"

"Brothers, kill him!"