But Fu min was really scared.
Her body was shaking.
Fan Xiu did not know whether to push her away or not.
"You, you let me go first."
The monk's cold voice sounded a little embarrassed.
Fu Shang remained unmoved.
Initially, she was really afraid but when she saw that the man did not push her away, Fu min went with the flow and laid in fan Xiu's arms, not getting up and taking advantage of the beauty.
The red-clothed evildoer shook his head.
"I won't let go, I'm scared," he said pitifully.
He said with confidence.
The soft and soft jiaojiao in his arms had lost her usual sharpness. At this moment, Fu min really looked like a little girl who was afraid of ghosts.
This made the monk's merciful heart soften a little.
That pair of cold eyes turned gentle, and fan Xiu softened his voice, consoling, ""Let me go first, I won't leave you alone. With our current situation, it's not convenient for us to deal with any situation ..."
