Fu Xiyao wanted to argue with him, but now he directly said -- I don’t have a wife like you.
Fu Xiyao’s slender feathers suddenly trembled, fluttering like frightened butterfly wings, making people’s hearts palpitate.
What... was he talking about?
Ling limu looked at her palm-sized beautiful face, and his handsome and delicate facial features showed a touch of tenderness. “If I had a lovely wife like you, you wouldn’t have the chance to be in another man’s room.”
His deep and magnetic voice rang in Fu Xiyao’s ears. Every minute, it was mesmerizing, as if it had a magical power.
Fu Xiyao’s heart rippled. “Don’t be like this...”
“What happened to me?”
He asked.
Fu Xiyao raised her beautiful eyes and looked at him. She didn’t know what to say.
Ling limu curled his lips and said slowly, “A gentle and elegant lady. A gentleman wants her, but he can’t get her. He can’t sleep at night.”
Fu Xiyao’s beautiful eyes were filled with tears. She looked at him and looked around.
