"Ex… excuse me, could you stop pressing against my vertebrae? It is seriously uncomfortable!"
Duan Yue turned his head, moisture filling his alluring eyes. He really did give off a pathetic and pitiful feeling.
Unfortunately, he was facing young Qiao Mu. This child did not feel anything at all, so even if his expressive eyes kept trying to entice her, it was completely useless.
Whether a person had good looks or bad looks, it was all the same to her.
She stood up and tugged on the rope, pulling him up while she was at it before dragging him two steps forward.
Duan Yue wanted to rip his hair out inside his mind. His hands were bound to the tree, so he reluctantly followed for a few steps before forcefully pulling the rope backward. "Hey hey, Little Miss, can't we make a deal?"
Anger rose in Qiao Mu's eyes, and she promptly held up the ferule in her hand. "You want to resist?"
