His eyes gleamed with mirth, "Fang Bao, shall I teach you how to 'kill someone with a borrowed knife,' sound good?"
Lying obediently, Zhou Xufang asked, "Whose knife?"
"Hands."
She spread her hands, allowing Jiang Zhi to help her off with her coat.
Jiang Zhi said, "Borrow the knives from both parties, and let them hack at each other." After tossing her coat aside, he lay down next to her, "By the way, I'll also get you some pocket money."
A triple win?
Zhou Xufang turned over, rolling into Jiang Zhi's arms, "Jiang Zhi, you're so awesome!"
"Who's got a boyfriend this badass?" He lay on his side, one hand propping up his chin, pride and satisfaction lifting his face, and his eyes spelling out a line in large letters—Come on, praise me!
Zhou Xufang hugged his neck, exuberantly gushed, "My boyfriend, the most badass!"
The next afternoon, at three-thirty.
