"Hey, hey, hey, don't you really want to go and complain?" Zhixin pulled Xue Muhan once again, tightly. This tiny touch made Xue Muhan feel unusually comfortable.
I saw Xue Muhan glance at Xuanyuan Building where he lived, and said: "The young master should not be asleep now?" After saying that, he picked up his feet and walked towards the direction of Xuanyuan Building.
"Hey, hey, wait a minute." She frowned in displeasure. Zhixin pulled Xue Muhan and gritted her teeth. She looked at Xue Muhan and said, "Then what do you want."
"Be my personal maid and serve me every day."
"dream!"
"Forget it." Xue Muhan turned around and walked towards Xuanyuan Tower with a smile on his lips.
"Hey, hey, wait a moment."
Xue Muhan turned around and looked at Zhixin. It was obvious that she was very reluctant. He didn't speak, just waiting for her to speak.
"Well... let's discuss it, okay?"
"No need to discuss."
"So arrogant?"
"How about it, it's up to you whether you agree or not. It doesn't matter to me." Knowing that Zhixin would definitely agree, Xue Muhan shrugged in a pretentious manner, with a hint of a scheming smile flashing in his eyes.
After pondering for a while, after weighing the pros and cons, she nodded heavily, "Okay, I agree."
Although she was full of reluctance, Zhixin still agreed, but Xue Muhan could tell that if she asked this guy to serve him, she would probably scold him hundreds of times in her mind every day.
"Well, you're so obedient." Xue Muhan reached out and patted Zhixin's head with satisfaction, his eyes flashed with doting that even he himself had not noticed.
"Be obedient, you are a bastard who takes advantage of others' power." Zhixin lowered her head and muttered softly.
"I heard it again." Xue Muhan's steady voice sounded on Zhixin's head, which frightened her and immediately changed her expression.
"Hey, Master, please." She made a very flattering gesture, and Zhixin smiled with a flattering look on her face.
"If you call me a bitch again, pack your bags and leave immediately." Xue Muhan deliberately made a serious face, pointed at the door of the villa, and said to Zhixin.
"Yes, yes, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore." He nodded hastily. At this time, Zhixin was as good as a gentle little sheep.
It’s so damn depressing. It doesn’t matter if you’re bullied by the dog emperor in the palace. After all, he’s still an emperor. Being framed and almost burned to death by that sinister stepmother is bad enough. But when you come to this villa, you’re still raped by a young master.
If the dog legs are used as servants, why is her life so miserable?