That night.
From what had just happened, it was unknown whether Jing Chen considered it bliss or embarrassment.
It was truly unclear whether it was punishment or something else.
In the end, he was still counterattacked inexplicably. Was there anything more depressing than this in the world?
Lord Jing signified there was absolutely not!
Hearing Jing Chen's words, Mu Lin turned around, a faint smile flickering in his detached eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, "Yes, my lord." He spread out the lightly curled item in his hands, making Jing Chen inexplicably break out in cold sweat.
Rows of silver needles shone dazzlingly under the light. Jing Chen probably understood what Mu Lin wanted to do to him.
