"Mm... you're holding me up?" Black-clad Layla's voice was frighteningly cold.
"Of course. If I have a chance to serve you, my lady, then I'd naturally be glad to..." Li watched Black-clad Layla's expression, wondering whether she had already seen through his plan. But an instant later, he froze as well. He was indeed supporting her, but his hand was unfortunately in a rather inappropriate place—because he was currently gripping Black-clad Layla's breast.
Li felt thoroughly depressed. He had abstained from women for a long time, but he had spent quite a while fooling around with Angel recently, and now his thoughts were once again beginning to wander.
Black-clad Layla sighed. She seemed to realize that Li had not done it deliberately. After all, she knew that August had the lust but not the guts. She gently removed Li's somewhat dazed hand and stood up, but the sudden burst of intense pain made her dizzy again.
She lightly braced herself against the wall and finally caught her breath. "Bring me some clothes!"
"Um, Miss Layla, it seems that... I don't have any clothes left here..."
Black-clad Layla flew into a rage. She thought, Is this bastard bullying me because I've fallen on hard times, or is he using this excuse to look at my body? But when she opened her eyes and looked carefully, she discovered that everything in the room had already been burned to ashes. Forget clothes—even the so-called furniture had all been charred black.
"Miss Layla, how about I go buy you some?" Li said this because his plan involved hiding Layla for a while. But Black-clad Layla gently shook her head. "No, there's no time. I have to leave this place immediately... Hurry up and take off your clothes!"
Li was stunned. From what Layla said,