Yang Ming stared quite seriously at Catherine's chest for a few moments, "Incomplete?"
"Asshole! What the hell are you thinking about!"
Catherine clenched her fist, ready to strike, and Yang Ming quickly dodged, not daring to casually take the brunt of her punch with who knows how many years of strength behind it.
The two romped around behind the others.
The three in front turned their heads for a glance and quickened their pace, distancing themselves from the pair behind.
As Yang Ming begged for mercy, Catherine finally gave him a break, and they leaned on the railing of the suspended lift, gazing out at the city night scene.
"I am a complete woman, and that is perhaps my greatest fortune."
Catherine intentionally stuck out her chest and lifted her head, stealthily observing Yang Ming's expression and offhandedly remarked, "Sometimes I think about experiencing the pleasures of both sexes in my limited lifetime."
