Just thinking about it made his hands itch.
He wanted to do them one by one.
Xie Xingyun tried his best to restrain himself and sighed softly. If he revealed his true nature in front of her one day, she would cry at the drop of a hat. He would probably scare her to tears.
The last woman was Mu Rong, a daughter of the Mu family in Peizhou.
She was different from the other women. After she arrived, she ignored Xiao Zheng and walked straight in. She looked very arrogant, but she had put in a lot of effort into her makeup. Every part of her outfit was exquisite, accentuating her ordinary appearance with a noble aura.
"Young Marquis?" Mu Rong smiled and walked towards Xie Xingyun, looking at him boldly.
Mu Rong's expression froze for a moment when she saw the ambiguous marks on Xie Xingyun's slightly wet collar.