Ride On Your Head

Seeing those white and dirty substances that were like toothpaste, Xiao Ning's small face deflated and she couldn't help but cry.

Wasn't she just wearing an evening gown that he didn't buy? It wasn't that revealing either. Why was he so angry?

He tore the beautiful dress that Beigong Xiaojiu had personally designed into pieces and insisted that she change into a super conservative middle-aged auntie style dress…

That dress was very expensive!

Furthermore, Qiqi had lent it to her!

But he didn't care at all. Tearing her skirt wasn't enough to vent his anger, but he actually wanted her to give it to him in the lounge…

She didn't know if it was because it was especially exciting in the dark or because there were guests downstairs, but he let her off especially quickly this time.

Xiao Ning sobbed for a while. Thinking that she still had many things to do later, she forced her tears back.