Chapter 117: Sword of Damocles_1
Translator: 549690339
Xiao Ming certainly didn't have the ability to read minds; he just knew Zhou Qingyuan well enough.
Just now, the girl's whole body was tense, her face flushed red, and her teeth had turned her lower lip white from the biting.
These were the subconscious signs that she was about to do something crazy, something Xiao Ming had learned to avoid at all costs in his previous life.
After all, in his last life, he was a living dead without a heart or soul; being a scum didn't matter.
But in this life, his heart and soul belonged only to his wife, Jiang Xue, and outsiders didn't stand a chance.
"Kid, I noticed Miss Zhou's complexion is off, looks like someone's got peach blossom luck! What were you whispering to her just now?
I warn you, she's Sir Zhou's treasure. If you dare to seduce Miss Zhou into a lover, he'll definitely fight you to the death!"