Immortal Crane pretended to be fierce and said this. Shen Yao pursed his lips and smiled slightly. His eyes were firm and solemn. "Senior, don't worry. You won't have the chance."
Ji Zhao was extremely important to him.
He would hold her in his hands for the rest of his life, protect her gently, and pamper her for the rest of his life.
"In short, you have to remember at all times that I will always support my good disciple!"
"Yeah."
As the night grew darker, Ji Zhao's nervousness gradually turned into anticipation.
Fifteen minutes ago, she had already taken a careful bath and had applied a faint layer of fragrant powder on her neck.
Squeak—
The moment the door was pushed open, Ji Zhao clenched her fists nervously and subconsciously looked up.
The helplessness on her face turned into an indescribable charm in Shen Yao's eyes.
"You… you're back?" Ji Zhao smiled, her eyes watery and full of affection.
