"Little Sister Xiao, your senior brother has a small favor to ask. Would you be willing to help me?!"
Zhao Yuan sidled up to Little Sister Xiao, his face wreathed in smiles and his voice tinged with flattery and pleading. Yet his expression looked oddly strained, as though he had swallowed a mouthful of sour grapes, leaving anyone who saw him puzzled.
But just as Little Sister Xiao was about to ask what he wanted, Zhao Yuan suddenly froze as though rooted to the spot, standing utterly motionless.
His once lively eyes became fixed, staring straight ahead, while a half-smile lingered at the corners of his mouth. He looked every inch the shameless rogue declaring, "If you don't help me, I'm not leaving."
Little Sister Xiao grew annoyed at the sight. She shot Zhao Yuan a fierce glare and snapped:
"Hmph, you lecherous senior brother! You're absolutely rotten, threatening me at a time like this!
Fine, fine, you win. Tell me, what exactly do you want me to help you with?
As long as you don't ask for anything too outrageous, I'll agree to it all!
But before that, you'd better get down to work obediently..."
Despite her words, Little Sister Xiao's breathing grew increasingly rapid. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, making her pretty face look all the more alluring.
Her clothes were already soaked through with sweat, clinging tightly to her skin and revealing every curve of her figure like a beautiful painting.
Just as Little Sister Xiao was lost in her thoughts, she suddenly felt a chill against her back. She snapped out of her reverie and turned around in surprise.
Only then did she discover that Zhao Yuan had silently reached the doorway at some point. His face was frighteningly dark, and a suffocating