Zhao Qiushui froze again.
His answer, so blunt yet so unexpected, left her at a complete loss.
Could I take a beating?
What if I could? What if I couldn't?
The real question is, would you dare hit me? And what would you hit me with?
Zhao Qiushui recovered and gave a radiant smile. Tilting her beautiful face up to meet his aggressive gaze, she asked in a gentle yet provocative tone, "So, Director Zhou, you want to get rough with me?"
Zhou Yi said nothing, but his expression seemed to say-congratulations, you got it right!
Zhao Qiushui narrowed her lovely eyes slightly and bit her red lip. With a gentle tug, she sent her bathrobe sliding off her body.
Zhou Yi admired her tall, sexy figure from a purely artistic perspective.
Truly a fine product of Chinese-Russian collaboration. Perfect proportions, curves in all the right places, not a flaw in sight.
The only pity was that the swimsuit was unnecessary!
And a relatively conservative one-piece at that. Definitely worth a bad review.
In all fairness, this female CEO had exquisite, sculpted features, deep, captivating eyes, and a figure that could make a man stand at attention. Heaven had certainly lavished its favor on her.
Such a beautiful woman. Why did she have to turn to crime?
Those gorgeous legs would end up working a sewing machine in prison!
Whoosh! The thin bathrobe flew straight at Zhou Yi's face. Under its cover, a toned, powerful leg kicked toward his chest, sending water spraying.
Unhurried, Zhou Yi swept his right hand out and caught the robe. At the same time, his left hand closed precisely around her pale ankle and pulled it to one side.
Outside Courtyard Eight, a waitress carrying drinks reached the door. Listening to the splashing inside,