Chapter 83 - 83 082 Biting Miss Wens Lips (First Update)

Chapter 83: Chapter 082: Biting Miss Wen’s Lips (First Update) Chapter 83: Chapter 082: Biting Miss Wen’s Lips (First Update) “Xie Shang,” Shen Fei shouted, “how dare you!”

He dared.

He was the record holder of the death game, Underwater World.

How crazy he was, was well known to all.

He pinched the gem cufflink, leisurely and without expression, dragging it along the sports car’s mirror.

If the car window hadn’t been fully shut, what would have been scratched might not have been the car, but Shen Fei’s face.

Shen Fei was losing it: “Xie Shang!!!!!”

Xie Shang casually tossed the cufflink into the trash can, stretching his hand out from under the umbrella to catch some rain and clean his hands.

Looking at the scratch on his beloved car, Shen Fei was going mad, winding down the window and sticking his head out, frantic: “Xie Shang, you son of a—”

Xie Shang looked over.

Shen Fei instantly shut his mouth. He didn’t understand what those women saw in Xie Shang; couldn’t they see how dangerous he was?

He stood in the violent storm, not caring about his soaked clothes, his eyes filled with nothing but indifference and disdain for the world, even when his words were the most tender.

“Next time, show some respect, got it?” He was a paradox, elegant yet cruel. He walked into the curtain of rain, stopping after a while, and after a long silence, added, “And don’t just call someone Little Dragon Girl.”

Little Dragon Girl?

Damn, how long ago was that, and he’s here waiting?!

In disbelief, Shen Fei cursed at Xie Shang’s retreating figure: “Maniac!”

Aaahhh!

Shen Fei kicked his own car, yelling and screaming in his anger.

Gu Yihuan arrived at that moment, still on crutches. He had received a call from Su Nanzhi and had come out specifically to look for someone. From afar, he saw Xie Shang with an umbrella, his silhouette gradually vanishing into the blurred rain mist.

“Fourth brother!”

“Fourth brother!”

Xie Shang did not wait for anyone.

Gu Yihuan passed by Shen Fei’s car, glancing at the scratch: “Did you provoke my fourth brother again?”

Fei was extremely irritable: “He provoked me, okay! I must’ve been damned unlucky in my past eight lives to always run into him on stormy days.” He was

in frustration: “Tell Xie Shang not to be too arrogant, someone will teach him

Yihuan, ever protective:

Gu Yihuan went to

died was a

news of his death in the middle of the night, no one could hold back Xie Shang, nor could they imagine how he managed to drive to Wind Town alone on a

personally

restrained and rational Xie Shang became unpredictable on stormy days, sometimes hurting

The heavy rain continued.

were shining brightly, the painted rabbits on their surfaces

staggered through the deep alleys of

seeing a stranger, barked

“Woof!”

“Woof!”

“Woof!”

drunkard, holding an umbrella, stepped on the dog

back by

it: “Bark again and I’ll

back up, shook off

holding his umbrella, continued to wander through the storm, drunkenly singing: “The vast Huangtu Slope, where time passes by, the sparse life of an old farmer, fate too rough, fate too—err!” He burped from the alcohol and continued singing, “The endless winding roads, the countless mountain slopes, on the road there are a few

water pooled on the road; the drunkard stepped into

There was someone ahead.

drunk stumbled

umbrella fell to the

heavily pressing on the umbrella, the metal ribs digging into his waist; he howled in pain, clumsily climbed to his feet, shook the liquor bottle, the baijiu inside spilling out completely. He wiped away the rainwater, squinting drunkenly at

was someone younger than

are really

urine,” the drunk couldn’t stand anyone, yelling as the rain poured down, “Your mother’s a bitch for walking without looking, if

didn’t make

up his broken umbrella, and slung it over his shoulder, “Kid,

was very

have

the lightning

had angered the man, his foggy mind even considering making a quick buck: “My waist was ruined by your hit, I haven’t even got a

was emboldened,

Xie Shang’s shoulder, the drunk pushed it forcefully,

a finger to wipe the mud off the sharp tip. The sharp tip had a layer of silvery-white metal, glistening under

black dog

came a

“Xie Shang.”

the downpour couldn’t drown

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