128 foaming at the mouth

Liu Zhizhong, fleeing and retreating all this way, was utterly possessed by a theatric spirit, putting on a full performance.

He appeared helpless, depressed, panicky, horrified, and as if he had drunk too much, staggering and lurching along pathlessly.

When he retreated into the luxurious bedroom to rest, Zhang Qixiang also rushed in, and he, frightened, ran toward the bed.

"Sister Qixiang, have some decency!"

"Sister Qixiang, I am a married man, I cannot do this!"

"Sister Qixiang, I can't afford to offend the Zhang Family, please...don't come any closer! Oh…"

Little did he know, he "accidentally" knocked his leg against the sofa leg at the bed's edge and fell backward, landing directly on the bed.

Zhang Qixiang pounced on him timely, utterly ravenous and completely crazed.

This body, scented with the intoxicating mix of alcohol and magnolia, was as if aflame, provoking desires irresistibly.