The first time he met her, she punched herself in the cheek.
The second time, she had transformed into a taekwondo instructor, but still generously gave him a back kick.
If they met again, Rong Chu wasn't sure whether his outrageously handsome face would once more get up close and personal with her fists.
But if that's what it took, so be it. You can't catch a thousand braised pork dishes without risking your pretty face...
“Mmm, delicious...” Rong Chu's little mouth gleamed with oil.
Forget three thousand beauties. What would four or five thousand matter? He was satisfied with just her, his one scoop of water.
An Sheng's mouth twitched. “You're the scoop, and a bald one at that.”
