In the room, the fairy who just had a cold expression turned into a dog at this moment, crawling towards He Zhiqiu who was seated at the table.
Her face bore a supremely alluring smile, her eyes enchanting like silk, with her fair and delicate limbs prostrate on the ground. As she crawled, her curves rose and fell. If Luo Wenzhi and others saw this scene, they would probably be shocked and faint.
Who would have thought that the fairy admired by countless people would assume such a degrading posture, wagging her tail like a dog, begging a man for affection?
What's even more unacceptable is that the man, with a square face and ordinary looks, seemed to be completely indifferent to such seductive charms from the fairy.
"You little harlot, save it, how many times have you tried to seduce the master along the way, has he ever acknowledged you?"
