Her silly question rendered him speechless, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He reached out and patted her head gently. [It's okay. Let me do it.]
Ouyang Xueqing widened and she reflexively refused. "How can I do that?"
[Why can't you? Don't rob me of the things that I should do. Go to that side and wait, okay?]
Ouyang Xueqing pursed her lips, silently protesting. In the end, under Mo Yujian didn't give her any opportunity to refuse as he directly lifted her and let her sit securely atop of a low tree branch. She was close enough to reach Mo Yujian and had a full view of everything he did.
Hence the man, whom she worshipped like a God, crouched down amidst the dirty dirt, rolled up his sleeves, showing a pair of slender, fair yet muscular arms and started to dig with ten fingers. The blue veins along it were prominent and with every movement, his biceps flexed smoothly, exuding intense pheromones that made her avert her gaze away.
