But she hadn't experienced it, and yet that voice made her fantasize so much.
Sherry suddenly felt hot and itchy all over, like she was having an allergic reaction, but then again, it didn't seem like it was...
She didn't quite understand.
To everyone's surprise, the sound from next door grew louder and louder, the soft, coquettish voice dragging on and on.
Then, the sound disappeared.
"Hmph, how annoying."
Sherry pouted, her originally pale face turning as red as a big apple, when she suddenly noticed a sticky wet stain between her thighs.
Yang Feng, who was outside, walked to the bathroom door and asked in English with concern:
"What's wrong?"
"No...it's nothing, it's just that the people next door were making a lot of noise, but it's fine now." Sherry patted her cheeks and looked at the figure outside the bathroom door, feeling a surge of heat in her dantian.
"Okay, just call me if anything happens." Yang Feng nodded slightly, walked to the balcony, and looked outside through the seamless glass in front of him.
They discovered that a number of police cars were speeding down the main road, one of which Yang Feng recognized as Captain Peng Tian's car.
It looks like something must have happened again.
Not long after, Sherry came out of the bathroom, still wearing the same clothes, her long, wet hair disheveled and hanging over her shoulders.
Yang Feng noticed this, turned around, and found that her face bore a resemblance to that of the assassin Mei.
Then, something suddenly occurred to Yang Feng, a mischievous smile creeping onto his lips. He walked towards Sherry and said in broken English:
"Little beauty, it's just the two of us at home, and you still dare to take a shower? Aren't you afraid I'll eat you up?"
No, you won't.
To everyone's surprise, Sherry simply shook her head, picked up the hairdryer from the table, and started drying her long hair.
Her long hair hadn't been cut for several years; it had grown to the length of her pert buttocks.
"How do you know I can't?" Yang Feng had intended to flirt with the foreign girl, but she didn't take it seriously. How could Yang Feng then show his true masculine nature?
"Because... when I'm with you, I feel very comfortable, and I even feel like my illness is almost disappearing. And I've heard that Chinese men... are pretty good."
Sherry smiled gently, her azure eyes fixed on Yang Feng.
"Heh, woman."
Yang Feng smiled faintly, finding this American girl quite interesting.
"Brother, could you come and help me blow-dry my hair?"
Sherry held the hairdryer, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she looked at Yang Feng, because her hair was really too long and it was difficult to blow-dry by herself.
Back in the US, either a nurse would help her blow-blow, or her father, Jack, would help her.
"Give it to me." Yang Feng did not refuse. He took the hairdryer, pinned up her long golden hair with one hand, and skillfully began to blow-dry it.
He suddenly thought of Yang Lianqing, wondering how she was doing alone at home. Yang Feng planned to go back and visit her this weekend.
But before that, he had one more thing to deal with, namely the matter of the Yang family in Yanjing.
We must retrieve the defensive artifact and then avenge Lianqing!
After drying his hair, Yang Feng had just sat down on the sofa when there was a sound of a lock being opened at the door, and Jack entered.
"Daddy! You're back!"
When Shirley saw her father return, she went up to him and took his arm, like a little cotton-padded jacket.
"Hmm? We have guests?" Jack frowned when he saw someone sitting on the sofa, and it was a man.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Yang Feng.
"I'm here today to treat your daughter's condition."
Yang Feng stood up from the sofa and got straight to the point.
Upon hearing this, Jack became extremely excited and exclaimed:
"Is this...is this real?!"
After all, his daughter's illness had troubled him for a long time. If it weren't for his daughter's illness, he might not have infiltrated the world of assassins and done those assassin's things.
Because he used to be a Mi** person...
"Yes, it's true, but you need to help me investigate someone. You're traveling with him, so you should understand." Yang Feng nodded, his expression becoming somewhat serious as he spoke.
“No problem, it’s just investigating one person, but… Mr. Yang, who is the person you want to investigate?” Jack asked, frowning slightly.
"Ye Aotian!" (166 Reading Network)
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Chapter 279 Assassin Mission!
Upon hearing this person's name, Jack was slightly taken aback, his brows furrowing in confusion. Then, his pupils constricted sharply, and his entire body trembled involuntarily.