Mù Qiānxún almost tumbled downstairs when her foot went sideways. With a cold glint in her eyes, she sprung into the air from the fourth or fifth step, flinging herself at Ou Zun without a care in the world.
"Dare to call me ugly, I'll bite you to death!"
Where was she even ugly?
Her outfit was quirky and full of character!
Did Ou Zun appreciate none of that?
Watching her rush at him all claws and teeth, Ou Zun's heart almost skipped a beat. Judging the speed of her leap, he quickly reached out to catch her. A perfect catch she was indeed.
It was as if he had caught a bride's embroidered ball tossed from a pavilion, making her his bride.
He was just about to reprimand her for doing such dangerous things!
Her arms wrapped around his neck, legs hooked around his waist, she clung like an octopus. She opened her wide mouth, let out a roar and bit hard onto his shoulder.
It wasn't painful, she didn't use much strength.