Murong Feiyan said, "You actually dared to curse at me, you little brat? Believe it or not, I'll twist all ten of your fingers off, one by one."
"No need to be so vicious... Back where I come from, only people who are close say things like that..." Hu Xiaotian was not lying. Without that kind of intimacy, how could anyone casually do... that?
"Bullshit! You think I don't know what that means? Say it to whoever you like, but don't say it to me." Murong Feiyan could not beat him in a war of words, but when it came to fighting, she could take him down in moments.
"I won't, I won't... I'll never say it again!"
Only then did Murong Feiyan release Hu Xiaotian's finger. He looked at his reddened index finger. You damned girl, you're ruthless! One of these days, I'll do that to you. Not only that, I'll say "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" right into your ear! And this index finger of mine will definitely have its revenge. It's not that revenge won't come-its time just hasn't arrived. A gentleman can wait ten years for vengeance. Pouting pitifully, he said, "You nearly twisted my finger off."
Murong Feiyan had no idea how many filthy thoughts were running through his head. "You deserved it!"
"Stop always thinking the worst of me," Hu Xiaotian said. "I do just about qualify as an upright man."
"An upright man would never do something so filthy."
Hu Xiaotian knew she meant the matter involving Le Yao. He sighed and said, "It's a long story. I'll explain the details to you another day." He did not want to dwell on the subject of the young widow; after all, he did harbor wicked intentions in that matter. Hastily changing the subject, he said, "Shopkeeper