Fu Yunshen glanced at the woman behind him in the rearview mirror. Although it was a little dark, he could still see her palm-sized face. At this moment, it was as wrinkled as a bun, and she would gasp from time to time. For some reason… there was a very strange feeling.
However, he quickly shook his head to shake off the feeling. Why would he find this disgusting woman cute? It had to be an illusion.
Seeing that the villa behind them was getting further and further away until they could no longer see it after turning a corner, Le Yao finally relaxed. Then, she felt sleepy and actually fell asleep. Dancing and kicking Nangong Jue to escape were all very tiring.
When she woke again, she found herself lying in a strange room with a small night light beside her.
She sat up hurriedly and realized that her clothes were still intact and that her feet had been wrapped into dumplings. They had obviously been treated.
