It's just pitiful for me. I know that they are not good people, but I can't leave because I haven't achieved my goal.
I went to the house last night to alert the enemy, and I want to explore the rain pool again next time, but I don’t know when.
The response to Yuchi is indeed different. The defense there is so tight, Huandian must be hiding there. My intuition is always accurate, and I believe it will not be wrong this time.
"I'm still looking at it. People have been gone for half an hour. Is it so beautiful?" Yang Yumo's displeased voice came over, waking me up from my thoughts.
Only then did I remember that I was distracted under Yang Yumo's eyes just now. It would be strange if he didn't take the opportunity to scold me.
"Master, you are too worried. I just thought about what Mr. Xiao just said, and I felt sad and scared." I darkened my expression and looked pitiful. Pretending to be cute and pitiful are my strengths.
There is no difficulty at all.
Yang Yumo walked up to me and lifted my chin, and I had to look into his handsome face.
His eyes were full of seductive charm. I felt wary and suddenly knew that this man was using his beauty to seduce me.
Knowing that I can't resist temptation, you still show me this charming style. My little heart can't stand it.
He lowered his head and exhaled against my lips, "Excuse me. I feel like my eyes are filled with sand. Why don't you help me blow it?"
I blinked, then blinked again, what song was he singing? He looked extremely unhappy just now, why was he so eager to seduce me now?
But his eyes are really beautiful. They are as deep as the sea, bottomless, and black like ink, which seems to suck people's soul. My heart made a "dong" sound, and just thinking about the prelude, it started to violently
beat.
I quickly looked away, knowing I couldn't stand the temptation. What should I do? The moment I looked directly into his eyes, I seemed to be tempted?
Damn, damn, I know he has a bunch of beauties, why should I join in the fun?
My pink fists were clenched tightly, and I wished I could beat myself to death. How could I, a woman, be so useless?!
"Excuse me, come here, my neck is sore, come here and give me a squeeze." Why does this person's voice seem to have become deeper and sexier?
I looked over in confusion and saw him sitting back on his comfortable Taishi chair. What was shameful was that his robe was not properly worn, exposing a large area of "fragrant shoulders".