Murdering a Person with a Borrowed Knife

Lin Wanwan's body trembled. She was stunned.

Only Shen Zhiyi was interested in stepping forward and patting the man's chest. She was very satisfied with the sensation of the touch.

"Your figure's not bad."

Shen Zhiyi wanted to pinch the man's cheek but he avoided her.

She didn't mind either. She turned her head and smiled at Lin Wanwan. "I didn't expect the Ground Palace to have men of such high caliber. He's not worse than Lu Zhanbei, eh? Do you want to make a false thing become true and have a go with him?"

Lin Wanwan lowered her head deeply and pretended to feign ignorance.

Shen Zhiyi looked at her with exasperation. Then, she patted the man's arm.

"Go quickly. Take out your best skills and service her well."

"No problem."

The man walked over with his long legs and looked at Lin Wanwan, who was bent like an ostrich. His smile was evilly seductive.

"Miss, are you satisfied with me?"