Chapter 437: He scolded all eighteen generations of his ancestors
There was a bit of panic in her eyes, as if she was very nervous. Duan Hengyu was silent, let go of his hand, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's have some tea first..."
That word "Xian"...the sound was deliberately prolonged...to bring out a somewhat meaningful flavor.
Mu Yanli's face felt hot. This time, her shyness was really not an act.
As soon as Duan Hengyu let go, she quickly took her hand out of his palm.[
Mu Yanli felt sick when she thought of how many women's hands his claws had touched.
Touching hands is actually secondary, the key is...
Those evil hands must have done many evil things.
The more I think about it, the more disgusting I feel...
She calmed down her emotions, curled her eyes, and said with a smile, "This little girl brewed this tea herself. I don't know if it can be tasted by Lord Duan..."
Duan Hengyu looked at her with burning eyes, with a hint of evil in his peach blossom eyes, and said with an ambiguous smile, "Ji'er, call me Duan Lang..."
She had goosebumps all over her body...
Okay... Duan Lang will be Duan Lang. No one will die if he shouts. At worst, he will just get some goosebumps.
"Cough cough cough, Duan Lang..."
Oh my god, it was really disgusting. She immediately got goosebumps all over her body when she heard Duanlang.
After pouring the carefully prepared tea for someone, Mu Yanli said calmly, "That Mr. Duan... do you want to try it?"
Duan Hengyu smiled, reached for the tea cup, put it to his nose, took a breath, and praised, "It smells so good..."
She endured the eagerness in her heart and smiled, "As long as you like it..."
Duan Hengyu curled his lips, slid his fingertips around the edge of the tea cup, and whispered, "The tea is good, and the people are better..."
Damn it, man, you don’t forget to flirt even while drinking tea!
He sipped the tea in the cup in small sips. Although he was drinking tea, his eyes kept falling on her face.
That hot and explicit look is really...
It seems that... what he is tasting is not the tea...
Mu Yanli's face felt hot again, scolding all eighteen generations of his ancestors.[
"It's fragrant and fragrant. This smell is just like the fragrance on your body, Ji'er..."