Khiton's gentle eyes turned cold, and his serious and cold voice rang out in front of ruan Mengmeng. my master is pregnant. You're too passionate. Please keep your distance.
When the man spoke, his handsome and gentle facial features had long been subconsciously stained with a bit of fierceness.
More and more people were starting to like his 'master'.
Regardless of whether they were men or women, these people's eager eyes and excited expressions were unbearable to him.
Khiton's deep eyes subconsciously turned cold, which was a sharp contrast to his previous gentle and harmless image.
At that moment, ruan Mengmeng stood behind khiton with her head lowered, trying to hold back her laughter.
Listening to his cold and sour tone, a certain tyrant's heart was probably suffering from internal injuries.
She knew that someone would be jealous in this situation.
As expected, she couldn't continue acting and was about to explode from jealousy?
