"Why don't you listen to me?"
Ling Shoumo looked at the woman in front of him lovingly. He reached out and gently stroked her delicate face.
Mo Ruyue only felt that Ling Shoumo's actions made her feel uncomfortable.
Unfortunately, she could not move.
He did not know what spell it was.
"Take your hand away, I think it's dirty!"
Mo Ruyue berated him. She bit her lip, wishing she could bite Ling Shoumo to death.
That damned stinky man.
Wasn't it good for each other to let each other go?
"Do you dislike my dirty hands?"
Ling Shoumo retracted his hand and looked down at his hands silently.
He frowned slightly. He did not feel that his hands were dirty. He was just taking back what originally belonged to him.
Then, Ling Shoumo's lips curled up as he approached Mo Ruyue.
