Jiang Guanchao said coldly, "In what capacity are you ordering me?"
Yun Shuang had already fought the love potion for more than an hour and did not have much rationality left.
Coupled with the aura on his body, her mind was filled with images of those few days and nights.
She grabbed the edge of the wooden bucket tightly and stood up from the water.
Her wet purple clothes clung to her, accentuating her beautiful curves.
Crystal-clear water droplets flowed down her smooth face and dripped on her slightly red collarbone and gently heaving chest.
She stared at him with burning eyes, as if she were staring at a delicious meal.
Jiang Guanchao met her gaze and said proudly, "I'm not lying down!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Shuang stood on her tiptoes and grabbed his lapel, pulling him towards her.
… .
The moon was dark and windy.
Cheng Xin used her qinggong and flew over the eaves and walls on the silent roof.
