"Then what do you want to do now? Kill me?" Jiang Siming asked.
Zhao Min let out a cold snort and cast Jiang Siming a sidelong glance with her beautiful eyes, revealing a young girl's petulance.
"Death won't come that easily. I'm going to cripple all your martial arts, lock you up, whip you a hundred times every day, and then drip candle wax all over you."
When Jiang Siming heard this, he thought, What the hell? So this is where S&M begins?
This little girl is pretty ruthless.
"Bad guy, bad guy, you big lecher! I'm going to drain you dry first!"
Looking at Jiang Siming, who had lost consciousness before her, Zhao Min huffed angrily. For no reason, she suddenly felt deep down that she wanted to possess Jiang Siming—everything that belonged to him.
As she spoke, Zhao Min actually climbed on top of Jiang Siming and began to "ride."
Another half hour or so passed before Zhao Min collapsed limply into Jiang Siming's arms, exhausted and drenched in fragrant sweat.
"That's enough for today. I'll tie you up first, then find an expert to cripple your dantian. Don't worry, it won't hurt much. I'll get the best physician to treat your injuries."
Zhao Min's feelings toward Jiang Siming were actually very complicated. At first, there had only been hatred, but as time passed, she gradually realized that she felt more than hatred for him.
After speaking, Zhao Min intended to get up, but Jiang Siming suddenly woke and pulled her into his arms.
Zhao Min was horrified. "H-How did you wake up? Even a first-rate expert would have to sleep for at least three days and three nights after taking this knockout drug!"
Jiang Siming opened his eyes and looked at her with a faintly amused smile.