I picked up the small copper hook on the case, gently opened the small black pottery aromatherapy cauldron and fiddled with it, and the fragrance of Longyan spread.
"Come here" he said lazily. I put down the copper hook and took two steps forward.
"Will Guhui eat you?" The tone was condensed, and I subconsciously stepped back, but unfortunately my wrist was already firmly grabbed.
"As expected," he gently lifted my sleeves, and the black roses on my inner wrists bloomed more and more brilliantly, "I'm about to have an attack." The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his fingers brushed my wrists.
"Thank you, Palace Master, for your concern." I broke away my hand at the right time and put it back under my sleeve, "This slave can bear it, Palace Master, don't worry!" Pretentiously, if he hadn't buried poison in me, why would I have to endure the torture of eating ice and swallowing fire every month.
"Are you annoyed?" He moved, his thin lips slightly hooked, his strong chest exposed, and his hair dancing lightly.
"I don't dare, slave." I said expressionlessly.
"Don't you dare? Didn't you listen to what I said?" The words were still slow and slow, but his eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of anger flashed through.
It doesn't matter if you are annoyed, I won't be able to survive for long.