Nie Zhao’s gaze suddenly turned icy, filled with a biting chill. Though his tone was harsh, his voice finally rose, clearly drawing on the last of his strength. "My reproductive system is fine," he declared, "very fine!"
Chen Rou was just about to slip off the bed when Nie Zhao blurted out that English phrase. Since it wasn't her native tongue, she hesitated for a beat, needing a moment to process and translate the words in her mind. Once she realized he was talking about the same thing she had been, she couldn't help but grumble to herself: the future richest man in Hong Kong was truly a product of his European upbringing—he couldn't open his mouth without tossing in a few foreign words.
The quilt was soaked in blood, with a hole right in the center, directly above Nie Zhao’s private parts. As Chen Rou slid off the bed, she bent down and reached out to pull back the fabric, intent on checking if her blade had wounded him.
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