Zhou Yu had never been kicked by anyone before, and Xuan Yingluo’s kick made him hiss. His sword-like brows furrowed as he cursed in a low voice, “Damn Xuan Yingluo, a husband and wife are forever indebted to each other. How can you treat your man like this?”
Xuan Yingluo’s watery eyes were filled with cold eyes, and her beautiful little face looked up at him. “I can’t wait for you to die right now!”
Xuan Yingluo was a very traditional woman.
Zhou Yu looked into her eyes and saw the repulsion, resistance, and disgust towards him in the depths of her eyes. He used his big palm to pinch her smooth shoulders and pushed her against the wall with force. Then, he stepped back a little, however, his tall and handsome body bent down, and a handsome and handsome face moved closer to her eyes. His thin lips curved into an arc. “So Heartless? Don’t be angry. I’ve already asked the Queen for you. From now on, you’ll Follow Me, HM?”
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