At noon, Liu Mang lazily lay in Dugu Jiaoyue's garden, basking in the sun.
Although it was the height of summer, the Qingyun Immortal Gate didn't feel the oppressive heat.
Lying there idly in the garden, and glancing at the fiery girl beside him, his days couldn't get any more comfortable.
Dugu Jiaoyue's cheeks were still flushed with a touch of red, and her moist eyes were fixed on Liu Mang.
This young man was really giving her a headache, she didn't know how to deal with him.
Could it be that she was really going to be his little wife for life, letting him do as he pleased?
She really didn't know where her aunt had found such a guy. His qualifications were very good indeed, but as a person, he was just a little too shameless.
Feeling Liu Mang's gaze on her, Dugu Jiaoyue turned away her eyes and sat up to stretch her back.
With just a stretch, Liu Mang's eyes heated up, "Little wife, your figure is really great."
