"Seventh Sister, you go, I am best at serving Master!" Ye Wudao said.
Wenren Xingzhu's delicate body kept trembling; she really wanted to turn her head and check, but she feared aggravating the frown of the Queen of Northern Liang.
"Wudao, use some strength, be like a man!" the Queen of Northern Liang's icy voice carried an undeniable authority.
"Hehe, Seventh Master, is this strength enough?" Ye Wudao wickedly knew.
"Enough, enough, you little rascal, be gentle!" the Queen of Northern Liang cooed with a flirtatious laugh.
Good heavens!
What are they doing?
That way of speaking!
Wenren Xingzhu's body stiffened, her pretty face turned red; they couldn't possibly be doing that, could they?
No, it can't be!
How could Master do such a thing?
She had clearly betrothed herself to Ye Wudao!
Then Ye Wudao should be her man!
Wenren Xingzhu angrily turned around, her pretty face as cold as frost; "Ye Wudao, what are you doing?"
