Chapter 30 Hand over the stuff, or I'll kill you...

"Her?" Si Chen, lounging with his long legs stretched across the sofa in the 1941 bar, slightly lifted the corner of his eyes, then sat up and casually sipped some red wine, "Who? Your Little Wild Cat?"

"Tang Qingyue."

"Oh, so now you believe she isn't your Little Wild Cat?" The man's handsome face smiled even more devilishly, "Or are you saying that our virtuous Bo Fengheng couldn't resist verifying it personally, only to discover that she was indeed no longer a virgin?"

Bo Fengheng coldly raised an eyebrow, "I'm not as despicable as you."

"Well, that remains to be seen, unless of course, you really can't…." Si Chen teased, his crimson lips curling, generously breaking his heart for him.

Bo Fengheng's handsome face turned icy, "Damn, you're the one who can't."

"At least I've had her. Come on, if you've got the guts, describe to me that exhilarating, death-desiring pleasure." Si Chen swayed the red wine in his hand, laughing so much he blossomed.