The capital to be arrogant

Ye Qing Luo opened her mouth to try explaining but Di Mo Xuan did not give her a chance.

He showed the mother beast through his actions that it did not misunderstand—

Di Mo Xuan's long arm stretched out and caught hold of Ye Qing Luo's waist.

His thin peach lips gave a grin, his ink black iris oozing with tenderness: "Rest assured that LittleLuo'er have promise you, she will do it."

The strong and powerful arm held on so tightly that Ye Qing Luo was unable to struggle free.

That burning hot chest was broad and sturdy.

Ye Qing Luo's cheeks were flushed a bright shade of red while she slapped off the hand on her waist harshly.

What she didn't realize that her action was like a delicate act of a bashful little girl.

In the mother beast's eyes, there was a smile of envy.

Gradually, it drifted into a fascination.

Her thoughts seemed to drift back to somewhere a long time ago where it had such sweet and warm moments once.