Jia Xuan had always been thinking about how to make a move on Gong Lingtuo early. Now that she had successfully done so, she felt a great sense of accomplishment and enjoyment. His tenderness and domineering nature made her feel that being with him would always be happiness.
He was like Monk Tang's flesh; she had to keep a tight hold on him and never let others covet him.
Watching the girl's face inexplicably turn redder, Gong Lingtuo was puzzled, "What's wrong, what are you thinking?"
Jia Xuan bit her lower lip, looked up at him, and then quickly looked away, afraid that he might glimpse the secrets in her heart. She swiftly turned around, presenting him with her back.
He was such a bad man, leading people astray.
He was as gentle and refreshing as the mist among the mountains, but he was also like the poppy in the city, toxic.
She wanted to chop him into pieces, stuff him into her mouth, and eat him all up.
