Chapter 194 - Bai Wu’s Naughty Intentions (2/2)

F*cking hell! When Bai Wu did all those shameful things to him while he was unconscious, did Bai Wu ask for his opinion of that? Why did he not ask Xu Lan when Xu Lan had already woken up? After all that, Bai Wu still had the audacity to be so thick-faced and ask for a kiss!

F*ck all that nonsense!

“Move over! Now! I want to get down from the bed!” Xu Lan’s temper began to flare up and a barrage of scolding ensued. He took a fist to Bai Wu’s chest.

“Your body hasn’t recovered yet. Please lie back down. You needn’t worry about what’s happening outside. I’ve arranged everything. I took great trouble to watch over Papa. Shouldn’t I be getting some reward for that?”

Bai Wu threw himself on Xu Lan and sloppily bit his neck.

“F*CK! What kind of reward! I haven’t… Where are you putting your f*cking hand?!” An ice-cold hand was placed abruptly on Xu Lan’s chest, frightening him to the point where he started shivering.

“Papa. I want to kiss you.”

“…” Xu Lan looked away and remained silent.

“Papa…” Bai Wu stared with his reddened eyes; his hand remained still and was placed right on Xu Lan’s chest.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss! F*ck! Kiss!” Xu Lan put on a heroic and martyr-like expression and placed his face right in front of Bai Wu’s, all while bursting out in admonishment.

Bai Wu flashed a vibrant smile that was similar to the blossoming of mountain flowers. It was more beautiful and genuine than the scene in Xu Lan’s dream.

If Xu Lan knew that things would escalate to such heights, he would have refused everything sternly from the very beginning!

Now though…

Bai Wu apologized sincerely while rubbing Xu Lan’s waist carefully, all while beaming with a content smile on his face.

Outside, Zhang Fei was standing at the door. He was bewildered and unsure of how he should begin his sentence.

“Is something the matter? Do tell if there is. If there isn’t, please don’t stand there like an eyesore.” Bai Wu’s cold voice resounded. Zhang Fei knew instinctively that the remark was directed at himself.

“The wandering deity came back.”