A'jiu's face suddenly turned cold.
"Now you're putting on airs, see if I don't expose your charade," she thought.
"I'll help you meet the Dragon Lord."
A'niu hadn't even had time to react.
A'jiu yanked A'niu up from the bed in one go.
"Do you need our help?"
The rest of the team cheered and made a racket.
"No need!"
A'jiu coldly dropped the sentence.
"Hey, hey, I haven't put on my shoes properly, my shoes..."
A'niu was dragged and pulled along unwillingly.
"The palace is very clean, you don't need to wear shoes!"
It was almost a ten-minute distance from A'niu's residence to the Dragon Lord's place.
Knowing resistance was futile, A'niu simply hung onto A'jiu.
His gaze unabashedly fixed on her impressively undulating bossom.
Good lord, how did they seem to have gotten even bigger these past few days?
A'jiu wore a tight zippered leather jacket.
From the neckline, one could perfectly appreciate the view inside.
