The Little Ancestor of the Evil Prince Is Angry Again

Nan Zhenye's deep and mellow voice, carrying an undoubted sense of control, was like a substantial thread that instantly wrapped around Chu Juxi's senses. "Name?" Her red lips parted slightly, and her clear voice rang loudly in the silent night. Every word was like a poisoned ice needle: "You, ancestor, ancestor." Then, he leaned over, and his handsome face that made everyone angry suddenly enlarged in front of her eyes! With an almost evil smile, his thin lips came close to her ear, and his hot breath sprayed on her sensitive ear. His voice was as low as a lover's whisper, but with an undoubted possessiveness: "Be good, my little ancestor," his voice rose slightly at the end, with a strange kind of endearment and teasing, "come home with me." "Go back to your uncle!" A sharp scolding filled with overwhelming anger finally broke through his throat! Chu Yuxi was completely ignited! What is calm and self-possessed, what is weighing the pros and cons, are all thrown out of the window at this moment!