Lin Lang casually released Yu’er’s pressure points, and she instantly pulled up the covers.
She knew she was no match for Lin Lang, and the more she resisted, the more excited he seemed to become.
"Tch... why bother covering up? We already know each other inside and out."
Lin Lang sat unceremoniously at the head of the bed. "You want to kill me? Here's an idea. Come see me often, leave me no time to practice martial arts, and keep wearing me out. Maybe one day I'll die on top of you."
"Well? Isn't that a good idea?"
Yu’er said, "...Do you dare let me go again?"
What kind of lousy idea was that!
Lin Lang had already entered sage mode and waved languidly. "If you want to leave, put your clothes on yourself. Didn't I already release your pressure points?"
"Or do you want to stay?"
Yu’er immediately got up to dress. She certainly wasn't staying!
"Why insist on being an assassin for the Green Robe Tower? Short of money? There are banknotes in my pocket. Help yourself." In the dim moonlight, Lin Lang was admiring Yu’er’s figure.
This busty assassin really did leave him wanting more.
A great Western mind in his previous life had spoken the truth: the greater the mass, the greater the attraction.
Yu’er gritted her teeth. "Who wants your filthy money!"
Lin Lang wagged a finger. "Filthy money? Anyone else could say that, but don't you find it ridiculous coming from an assassin?"
Besides, the banknotes in his pocket were the ones Yu’er had left behind last time.
If she didn't want them, fine.
"You don't look bloodthirsty, so why become an assassin? If you need help, just say the word. I can give you some particularly good suggestions."
The corners of Yu’er’s mouth