As he wanted to continue listening, the tightly closed window had suddenly flung open and the handsome and cold face of Rong Jialuo appeared. Rong Jialuo was looking at him expressionlessly, "Are you comfortable here listening? Do you want to come in and take a look?" The attractive voice seemed to carry the threat of knives, as cold as the winter.
Hei Hu's forehead was immediately drenched in cold sweat and he bowed when he said, "I’m leaving." He left in a hurry, as if he was chased by a ghost.
Of course, he did not go far, as he was just waiting outside the garden.
Then, Rong Jialuo closed the window. When he turned, he saw that Gu Xijiu was holding a silver needle while staring at him.
He slightly paused and said, "Can you please turn over?"
"No!" Gu Xijiu simply rejected, "I’ll need to see the effect when you apply it."
Rong Jialuo froze on the spot, as he had to rub the sensitive areas of his body in front of this man…
