“Hmph!” Facing Ye Xinghan’s rough manner, Ji Qianrou spat, and poutingly turned his head away: “So nasty, all of you stinky men are the same, each one more unfeeling and heartless than the previous. This one can’t be bothered with you, hmph!”
The muscle on Ye Qinghan’s face spasmed to a great extent, but he finally let out a big breath of relief. But right away, this Ji Qianrou who claimed that he “can’t be bother with you” once again moved closer with the tenderness of soft water.
“Little Hanhan, do you really not want to pay me attention anymore? In these years, this one really has missed you, y’know.”
“Look, the current Little Kongkong is much more mature than a hundred years ago, and has a more manly feeling… He really is too enchanting. Compared to this kind of little fresh meat like Little Hanhan, as expected, this one still likes Little Kongkong’s type the most.”
“Aya, Little Hanhan, why have the women beside you grown more and more lacking. Look at this skin, so rough, much more lackluster compared to this one’s.”
“Little Hanhan…”
That tender and sweet voice made Ye Xinghan’s heart spasm, his limbs convulse, his meridians twitch… His entire body was spasming, simply in a living hell. If not for the fact that he couldn’t beat Ji Qianrou, and was also unwilling to conflict with this monster who could dismember someone’s corpse with a sweet smile, he really wanted to rip his head off and stick it up his ass.
“Elder Ling…” Ye Xinghan said gnawing his teeth: “Three pieces of Purple Veined Heaven Crystals… switch seats with this Young Master!”