Han Moze's mood instantly went from worse to better, as he couldn't help but smile seductively.
Liu Rushuang seemed suddenly dumbstruck. Those thick sharp brows, deep slender eyes like colored glass; that tall nose bridge and good-looking thin lips. Most importantly, that extremely sexy and dashing smile. Liu Rushuang gulped involuntarily. There was no man more handsome than Ze.
Han Moze kissed Liu Rushuang deeply on her red lips.
Liu Rushuang tightly embraced Han Moze with a satisfied smile on her face.
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There were dozens of influential major religions, factions, houses, valleys, villas, clans, sects, and temples in the pugilist world who all headed to White Cloud City for a gathering.
They were going to reach the White Cloud City in two to three days. Liu Rushuang looked at the people in different outfits out the carriage window and smiled. "Ze, there are increasingly more people on the road."
Han Moze flashed a slight smile.
