Lan Xiao frowned and had a bad feeling.
A 'Xiu walked while holding a handkerchief in her hand and slapping her own face in a very flirtatious way.
Slowly approaching Wen Muchu, his eyes glowed as he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Aiyaya, what's wrong? Why did he suddenly feel so hot? Little brother, are you feeling hot? Why don't I give you a fan Yingluo? look at you, the button on your neck is so tightly buttoned. Let me untie it for you so that you can get some fresh air?"
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and touched Wen Muchu's collar.
Wen Muchu suddenly opened his eyes and his cold eyes shot a sharp look at a 'Xiu.
He grabbed her wrist and unconsciously increased the strength of his palm.
"What do you want to do, Qianqian?"
A 'Xiu's eyes were filled with tears. She pursed her lips and sobbed softly.
"No, I didn't want to do anything, Yingluo. You're hurting me."
Wen Muchu frowned as the temperature around him dropped by a few degrees.
