Li Lingchuan's footsteps slowed down considerably and in his heart, this thought kept swirling around.
Li Moying didn't bother about him and shifted his glance back to Huang Yueli.
He held Huang Yueli's waist and turned her towards him. With her face facing him, he stretched out his arm and cupping her face, a pair of ink black eyes focused entirely on her.
Huang Yueli's face blushed fiercely by that pair of bottomless pupils and couldn't help but push against his chest.
"Hey, what… are you looking at? Is my face dirty or something? Stop looking!"
Li Moying gave a gentle laugh, "Indeed it is dirty, like a little cat, as ugly as can be! Can't you feel it for yourself?"
Huang Yueli immediately felt her rage flourished!
This man was only cute when he was sleeping; when he was awake, he could make anyone throw up blood anytime!
