89 Di Mo Xuan was offended

The heartbeat was throbbing in a strong and powerful rhythmic way.

She could smell a tint of fragrant sandalwood mixed with his rich and masculine scent.

This scent, this body temperature....

It really made one's mind intoxicated with fascination.

To be honest, she almost fell for it in a moment's folly.

This man always teased her when she least expected it.

His actions always flaunted his cool and daunt style to the brim.

When it comes to chasing skirts, if Di Mo Xuan claimed to be number two, no one would dare to declare number one.

"Ah Luo….."

Just as his low, hoarse voice magnetically called out her name…

Ye Qing Luo startlingly pushed him away and responded softly: "hmm, I heard."

He soothed his knitted brows and the corners of his eyes lifted up instantly.

She continued: "I heard you, indeed have another motive."

She looked at him silently.