She is afraid of him.
The fear rising from your bones, this king of the night seems to be able to see through your inner thoughts and thoughts.
Youxi sensitively realized that she should stay as far away from Mo Yun as possible, but she had no choice but to undress and take off her clothes in front of him. She was a stinker anyway. She never cared about these clichés and ethics, but she had never been honest with others, so she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. When she dilly-dallyed, the man still had an expressionless and cold face. Well, Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will? She suddenly felt a sense of righteousness and pride. Just before the veil was about to fall, Mo Yun stretched out his hand to stop her: "I really have no interest in your body."
A basin of cold water was poured from head to toe. No matter how generous and tolerant Yaoxi was, she could not help but be itching her teeth with hatred. Even if she was just a little soul seducer, to put it simply, the flower slave who took care of Bianhua Flower, it did not mean that she had no true temperament in her bones.
Well, the temper that cannot be vented can only be knocked out in front of the King of the Underworld and swallowed with blood...