"Then how about I help you jog your memory?" Leng Zirui leaned in close to her face.
"No need, I’m not Xiao Qian." Xu Xia’s mouth was stubborn, but her breathing had already grown a little tight.
Leng Zirui didn’t say anything more; he just moved in and kissed her lips, while his hand reached over and lifted the hem of her nightdress.
Xu Xia’s heart was pounding like Ray; she whispered, "You... don’t you still have official business to do?!"
He still had things to take care of today, and had to... with her... She was just worried it would affect his work.
Leng Zirui only lifted his face and shot her a wicked grin. "It’s fine, I’m fast."
As he spoke, Xu Xia suddenly felt a chill on her leg, something was being fastened around her foot. Feeling that something was off, she pushed herself up on her arms in confusion, only to see Leng Zirui carefully strapping a holster with a gun to her thigh.
"Is this... a gun?!"
"What else did you think I was going to do?!" Leng Zirui raised his hand to pinch her cheek. "Your husband’s got real business to handle today, so I’m giving you a gun to play with first. Later, I’ll give you my gun too."
"Pervert!" Xu Xia cursed again, but her gaze was curiously fixed on the gun he was taking out of the box. "Is this a real gun?!"
"Of course." Leng Zirui placed the gun into her hand. "It’s made of ivory, and the bullets inside are a new type of material that can slip past metal detectors. Keep it on you for self-defense, don’t let anyone see it. Once you’re safely back in Beijing, then return it to me.
Xu Xia pursed her lips. "You’re still taking it back?"
"That’s the rule. How can a civilian like you carry a gun?" Leng Zirui looked at her expression. "Relax, when the time comes I’ll give you a completely realistic replica to play with, and then I’ll take you shooting at the range, okay?"


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