Zhou Yu could not help but pinch her cheeks. “Little four, what they said is right. You are quite like a woman.”
Xuan Luoyue’s heart moved, and a flash of vigilance flashed through the depths of her sharp eyes. She turned her head to look at Zhou Yu. At this moment, his handsome features were magnified in her line of sight. Thirty years old was truly the most charming moment for a man, he was decisive and decisive as the king of the northern lands, and it was difficult to hide his rebellious and unruly nature in his bones and blood. Now, he was looking at her with his sword-like eyebrows, brimming with the mature charm of a man.
Her body was small, and she was trapped in his strong body. No matter how much she pushed him, she could not push him away. If others saw it, it would definitely be ambiguous.
Xuan Yingluo’s small face turned cold. “Have you forgotten what I said when I came back with you?”
