Despite him holding back, a clear red imprint of a slap still marked Bao Manchun's face.
"Watch your mouth!"
Lu Ping's voice was icy cold.
He didn't mind raising his hand to a woman he disliked.
The Black Widow and Black Spider from yesterday and Bao Manchun today were all the same to him.
"Lu Ping, handsome guy, you really are quite the charmer, with never-ending romantic encounters!"
Ning Youwei said with a laugh, though her tone carried some dissatisfaction.
"Her? Compared to you, in body and face, from inside out, you're ten times better. Even if I were dying of thirst, I wouldn't drink just any water."
Lu Ping felt helpless and tried to explain, but realizing he couldn't clarify, he instead complimented her:
"Look at your legs, long and straight, smooth and shiny; then look at this chest, full and perky; and this waist, tsk tsk, slender enough to encircle with a hand, swaying like willow, not a single part of you she can compete with."