As he spoke, Xu Qi 'an flicked his finger and lit the candle on the table. The warm orange light dispelled the darkness.
Flower God sat by the bed, one hand pressing on his collar, and the other pointing at Xu Qi 'an. He scolded, "
bah, you audacious little bastard. If you dare to touch me, I'll shout for help and ruin your reputation. Let's see if your second uncle and aunt won't beat you to death.
The woman beside the bed had long hair that was lazily scattered, and her facial features were as exquisite as a painting. She seemed to have entered the role of an elder. Her beautiful eyebrows were raised, and she blended " trying to maintain her dignity " with " the panic of being about to be plotted against " just right.
The " exquisiteness " of her shallow sleeping silk and beautiful watery eyes was enough to hook the lust of men.
The action of pressing her collar tightly made her look even more fierce.
