"Um... you're poking me..."
Wang Zhu's voice was as faint as a mosquito's whine, as though she was terrified someone else might hear.
Her face was scarlet with embarrassment, and her body was so stiff she dared not move.
Ying Ming Hao fought down the desire rising steadily within him and deliberately joked, "Then hurry up and get off me. If this keeps up, I won't be able to control myself!
Don't go crying when that happens."
In truth, he was already as frantic as an ant on a hot pan, but he still tried to look as though nothing was wrong.
Wang Zhu ground her teeth in anger, glared fiercely at Ying Ming Hao, and said indignantly, "You have to compensate me for my losses!
You've ruined my innocence! If you don't give me a proper explanation, I won't let this go!"
After all, she was already nineteen and had remained an innocent maiden all her life. Ordinarily, she had never even touched a man's hand. Now she had suffered such disgraceful treatment, and she simply could not accept it.
Ying Ming Hao's sly eyes shifted as he silently considered how to handle the situation. He had nearly blurted out that thirty thousand lower-grade spirit stones were more than enough to compensate for her so-called "losses."
But on second thought, wouldn't saying that be like pouring a pot of hot oil onto the anger burning in Wang Zhu's heart?
It might make things even worse!
Yet he could not come up with a better solution on the spot. With no other choice, he asked tentatively, "Then how exactly do you want me to compensate you for your losses?"
Wang Zhu froze, suddenly at a loss herself.
After all, she really could not think of what would make suitable