"It's not that idiot Huang Shijie. We obviously took a fancy to the Fairy Feather Clothes first, and he insisted on snatching it from us." Ling Xuewei said unconvinced, "And we didn't have any conflict! It was a normal auction, who Whoever pays the highest price will get the stuff, it’s fair and reasonable!”
"You tell me this is a normal auction?" Ye Moyan snorted coldly, "The bid for a medium-grade heavenly artifact is one million pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones?"
"That idiot took advantage of the fact that his family has a lot of money and doesn't regard money as money. He insists on asking for such a high price. Can't I just play with him to the end?" Ling Xuewei said disdainfully.
"You colluded with Shopkeeper Shen to set up this auction. The script was well written, but in the end it was almost ruined by your acting. Do you know?" Ye Moyan said angrily, "If I didn't show up, , how are you going to end today?"
"Who asked you to help?" Ling Xuewei rolled her eyes at Ye Moyan, "Do you really think that if you don't show up, I won't be able to solve it?"
The worst case scenario is to use the elixirs on her body to counteract spiritual stones. Has Ling Xuewei never done this before? Why educate her like this?
"I will pay you back the spiritual stones you paid for me today. Sooner or later."
"Sooner or later?"
Ye Moyan raised his eyebrows, and he took a step forward, quickly shortening the distance between him and Ling Xuewei.
Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis enveloped Ling Xuewei.
"What do you want to do..."
Before Ling Xuewei had time to retreat, before she could even finish her words, her entire body was already under Ye Moyan's control.
The two people's noses were facing each other, and Ye Moyan's breath sprayed all over Ling Xuewei's face, looking as ambiguous as possible.
Ling Xuewei's expression changed.
"Isn't it clear from your expression what I want to do?" Ye Moyan leaned into Ling Xuewei's ear and whispered.
"You...don't mess around..."
Ling Xuewei couldn't even cry now. She wanted to push Ye Moyan away, but Ye Moyan held her waist forcefully. She was no match for Ye Moyan.
"What do you mean by messing around?"
Ye Moyan said, his eyes falling on Ling Xuewei's clothes.
Ling Xuewei's fair skin and delicate collarbones were all full of fatal temptation for Ye Moyan.
"You left without saying goodbye last time, and now that you have come to the land of Middle-earth, you are still so ignorant of the importance and running around." Ye Moyan gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think I should settle these accounts with you? "
"Why do you, a grown man, care so much about everything!"
In Ling Xuewei's heart, ten thousand grass and mud horses suddenly rushed past.
After all, she had just been arguing with Ye Moyan for a long time. It was just a waste of time. She was so angry that she just couldn't talk to him anymore.
As Ling Xuewei spoke, she quietly pushed Ye Moyan out.
However, her efforts were always in vain.
"Since you have said that I care about everything, then I will argue with you to the end."
Ye Moyan stretched out his hand to pinch Ling Xuewei's chin, lowered his head and bit Ling Xuewei's lips unceremoniously.
"Well..." All Ling Xuewei's protests were blocked by Ye Moyan.
Ye Moyan gently kissed the two soft spots on Ling Xuewei's mouth.
Ye Moyan was like tasting a sweet candy, he couldn't wait to get more.