Ye Xiandong looked at Qiao Qiao, who was thrown on the sofa, and sneered, "Even heroes have a hard time dealing with beauty. Who would have thought, big brother actually has deep feelings for you?"
Tied up and uncomfortable, Qiao Qiao asked in a hoarse voice, "Ye Xiandong, what exactly do you want to do?"
"What, feeling sorry for your lover?" Ye Xiandong approached and untied Qiao Qiao, "If you were more obedient usually, I wouldn't have to be rough with you. Now, tell me, is big brother good in bed, or does he sweet-talk you? He has actually stolen your heart."
In the past, Qiao Qiao would blush at the sight of him, but at some point, she began to look at him with eyes full of hatred. When he had other women around him, she used to be jealous and envious.
Lately, she not only did not get mad, but her looks at him were also filled with disgust.
"Do you think everyone is as shameless as you? Don't use such filthy matters to defame big brother!" Qiao Qiao glanced toward the door.