Bai Hui ran all the way to the forecourt plaza of Baolong Center before stopping. Pressing a hand to her chest, she felt her heart pounding. She was getting bolder and bolder—would she one day end up forcing herself on Liu Chang'an?
Probably not. He might tolerate it now, but if it really went that far, he might pin her face down and smash her into the floor. That was entirely possible.
After all, he was the one who had chopped her cousin unconscious with a hand strike, leaving her resentful about it to this day.
Phew.
Apparently, when a boy placed a girl's hand on his chest, it meant he wanted to reassure her. Just now, his hand had been on Bai Hui, which meant he wanted her to nurse him. That logic seemed perfectly sound, so it counted as him asking her to do it. He couldn't come after her over it.
Thinking that way, Bai Hui no longer felt quite so uneasy. Then she saw Zhu Juntang seeing Professor Liu and another well-proportioned middle-aged woman off.
Both middle-aged women wore cheongsams. The night breeze lifted their hems, revealing their fair, shapely legs as they hurried into a Porsche by the roadside and drove away.
Bai Hui quickly waved to Zhu Juntang. When she ran over, she discovered that Zhu Juntang was holding a little crocodile on a leash.
"Ah! Why are you walking a crocodile?" Bai Hui jumped in fright. The little crocodile was even wearing a black crocodile-leather jacket from some luxury brand.
Keeping a crocodile as a pet and dressing it in crocodile skin—what kind of demon was Zhu Juntang?
"This is a lizard. Its name is Mrs. Christine. Mrs. Christine, stick your tongue out for Little White Pig and prove that you're a lizard,"