On Purpose
Editor: Atlas Studios
"I want to rest. CEO, please help yourself." Xia Ruoxin stood up and her 'CEO' had no tinge of respect to it. If it were any other time, her 'CEO' would at most be distant; but now, there was mockery in her voice.
"Women spell trouble." Chu Lui shook his head and sighed for the umpteenth time.
That was why one could not be under women. If not, they would only have one road to death; and now, he was only on the verge of dying. However, the weirdest thing was that he did not regret it at all. Even if he had to die in the hands of this woman, he would do so willingly.
Xia Ruoxin closed the door and leaned her back against it. She closed her eyes and exhaled lightly, pushing out the air inside her lungs and felt the air circulation cycle. She stood up and placed her head against the door. She could not lift her arm, and it was still hurting vaguely.
Chu Lui, what do you think? Where would we walk to? Where would our end be? Is it your death or mine?