The door to the private room opened, and a curvaceous young woman dressed in black leather walked in.
"Zhuqing, what are you doing here?" Zu Zong asked.
Zhu Zhuqing rolled her eyes at Zu Zong. I was worried you'd be hurt, so I came over specially to check on you. And look at you—you came straight here and started getting all lovey-dovey with that rabbit.
Zhu Zhuqing said coldly, "Nothing. I just came to see if you were dead."
Sensing Zhu Zhuqing's gaze, then glancing from the corner of his eye at Xiao Wu, who was still hanging from his neck, embarrassment washed over Zu Zong's face. He quickly untangled Xiao Wu from him.
Xiao Wu made a face at Zhu Zhuqing, then finally let go, very reluctantly.
Zu Zong took Zhu Zhuqing's hand, and the two of them left the private room. Zu Zong smiled and said, "Wife, don't you trust your man? I beat that little tiger cub down the whole way without even getting winded."
Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face flushed red. Like a little kitten with all her fur standing on end, she slammed her tiny cat fists hard against Zu Zong's arm.
"Hmph! Who—who's your wife? Don't talk nonsense. I haven't agreed yet!"
This was also Zu Zong's first time seeing the little kitten act spoiled. Unable to help himself, he pulled her into his arms and whispered by her ear, "In this life, I've got you for sure. You'll never be able to run away."
"Mm," Zhu Zhuqing said with a blushing nod.
Looking at his beloved's alluring thin lips in his arms, "Gulp." Zu Zong couldn't help swallowing.
There was no one around now, and the atmosphere was so good. If he, someone who had lived two lives, still didn't give away his first