"Madam Natasha, how are you?"
Pan Xiaoxiao carried the limp, beautiful woman to one side and asked urgently.
However, Natasha merely shook her head weakly, her eyes tightly shut as her right hand continuously rubbed her neck.
She looked so weak that it seemed she would not recover anytime soon.
It was not until the surrounding crowd had stepped back and cleared an open space, and Kaido and Black Whale had walked away to prepare for battle, that Natasha's eyelids trembled as she opened her eyes and looked into the distance.
Seeing this, Pan Xiaoxiao immediately sent her a concerned telepathic message:
"Madam Natasha, are you really all right?"
Natasha never once took her gaze off that domineering, iron-tower-like back as she replied gently through telepathy:
"I'm fine."
"This is nothing compared to the roughhousing we usually do..."
Pan Xiaoxiao immediately felt a little embarrassed upon hearing that.
No, miss, didn't Kaido nearly strangle you to death just now?
And that
was nothing compared to your usual roughhousing?
Just how wild did you two get in private?!
She had seen Nikita's madness in bed before and had assumed it was a unique personality she had developed later in life.
So this was where it came from?
It was hereditary?!
Gasp...
No, wasn't Natasha Nikita's stepmother?
So she must have inherited it from Kaido?
Pan Xiaoxiao's worldview was left reeling from this outrageous revelation.
When Natasha saw that the woman had not responded, she assumed Pan Xiaoxiao had not understood her and continued explaining through telepathy:
"You really don't need to worry."
"When Nikita's mother, Katerina, was still alive, Kaido played even rougher. He's actually restrained himself quite a bit with me."
"Besides, wasn't my argument with Kaido just now all fake? It was only an act for that outsider to