An Electronic Invitation to the Fragrance Competition

Shen Fanxing smiled and said deliberately,

"Alright, then hurry up and skin Pei Yunze alive. Let's see how much courage he has."

Upon hearing Pei Yunze's name, Bo Jinchuan's face darkened.

His low and deep voice was cold, freezing the surrounding air.

"I'll skin him sooner or later."

"Enough! He's probably just bored! It's a miracle for a late-stage clean freak to have a woman in his life."

Bo Jinchuan's eyes darkened even more.

Shen Fanxing's eyes flashed and she pushed his shoulders away. She stood up from Bo Jinchuan's embrace.

"It's getting late. I'm going to wash up and sleep. I'm so tired today…"

There was nothing in her embrace. Bo Jinchuan swiftly grabbed Shen Fanxing's waist and pulled her back. He flipped her over and pressed her against the soft mattress.

"Ah—"

Shen Fanxing blinked and looked at the man who was approaching her. Her gaze shifted elsewhere.