Wei Anning was scared out of her wits, her body covered in goosebumps as she desperately struggled, "Let go of me, let go of me, you bastard, if you dare to insult me again, I'll have Leng Youchen annihilate you."
Leng Youchen's neck was unexpectedly scratched by her sharp little claws, and her panicked screams rang in his ears. A shadow crossed the depths of his eyes as his legs clamped around her writhing waist, his hands pinning hers behind her back as he said in a deep voice, "It's me!"
Upon hearing the familiar male voice, Wei Anning froze. When she opened her eyes to see Leng Youchen, tears almost fell from her eyes.
"When did you get back? You scared me to death!"
"Last night."
"Last night?" Wei Anning raised her voice, "How did I not know you were back?"
"I got home after midnight. You were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up."
"Oh, was your trip successful then?"
"Wife, are you sure you want to keep discussing this with me?"