Ahya panted, plucked him a fierce glance, and did not dare to refuse.

The tyrant's eyes are still fixed on her lips, apparently waiting for her to talk back again, then take advantage of a few points.

"Got it." Her eyes were glistening, rather reluctantly.

Xie Jie slightly narrowed his eyes, his gaze paused on her watery, crushed red lips before slowly withdrawing.

"This afternoon, if I do not see my lotus leaf rice." His voice was ...