Wusha despised men without a spine, yet she didn't want to lose face by speaking her mind. *Hmph, if you won't wipe it, then don't. You're the one missing out, not this king.* Since that damn scoundrel refused to wipe her breasts, she swore that from now on, he could forget about ever getting her to agree to another demand.
"Hmph."
Li Lanhao's cowardice enraged Wusha. With a cold snort, she turned her gaze up toward the high sky, though inside, she was just as flustered and panicked. She knew all too well the fluttering sensation and the dizzying, mind-emptying emptiness that came when someone other than herself touched her breasts.
Chapter 625