She swore that the novels and television dramas that she had seen, which depicted every type of male lead… was not as teasing as him.
Deep and sexy.
Full of charm.
He was simply a demon!
"Touch… touch… touch what?"
The 18-year-old little angel was simply frightened. She shook her head wildly. When she saw Ye Ling's gaze darken and look as if he would kill her with a gunshot, she nodded her head wildly again. After she realized what it meant to nod her head, the little angel was so frightened again that she shook her head like a rattle drum.
Ye Ling curled his thin lips coldly, and his gaze brushed past the little tent. The dark eyes looked like a wolf in the night. The way they looked at Shen Qianshu was like looking at sweet dessert. "Come here!"
He bestowed her arrogantly. "I'll let you touch it!"
