After Chu Luo finished speaking, she realized that Li Yan had suddenly pursed his lips and was looking at her deeply.
Puzzled, she asked, "What's wrong?"
Li Yan looked into her eyes for a few seconds before saying, "Push me to your bedroom or help me."
Chu Luo frowned. She looked at his straight and long legs on the cushion of the wheelchair and felt a little troubled.
Li Yan frowned. "Why?"
Chu Luo was a little conflicted. The bedroom was her boudoir, and she didn't like outsiders entering it. Besides, as the High Priestess, only other people served her. She had never served anyone before.
She thought for a moment and suddenly thought of something to say. "Men and women shouldn't touch each other."
"…" Li Yan tried his best to control his temper and said in a low voice, "Don't look, then. Just treat me like this."
