Zhao Yuan instantly broke out in goosebumps.
Cheng Haoyu was beautiful beyond measure, and his voice was sweet and melodic. If he were a woman, this would have been a real treat. But the damn guy was a man!
Being hugged by a man like that, and a man who was pleading in such a whiny, coquettish tone...
The feeling was simply awful. Zhao Yuan shuddered, a chill running down his spine as his butthole clenched tight.
He hastily struggled out of Cheng Haoyu's embrace and snapped, "Stop! Don't come near me! I'll do it. I'll make you a Storage Ring. Forget the money. Just give me two of those potted plants from your living room downstairs."
A flash of surprise crossed Cheng Haoyu's eyes. "Which two have you set your sights on?" he asked.
Zhao Yuan went straight downstairs to the living room and pointed at the Dixiu and Ghost Grass. "These two," he said.
Cheng Haoyu didn't immediately agree or refuse. Instead, he said, "Brother Zhao, you certainly have a good eye."
