The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.
That's the kind of man he is.
Charming and graceful, with moist eyebrows.
Once,
He had the nerve to ask her
"Where's the Chinese Valentine's Day gift?"
She put down what she was holding and smiled at him
"I am your gift."
His eyes were slightly dark, and his voice was a little hoarse and unclear.
"Can I do whatever I want?"
But she hummed softly,
"Except for doing that kind of thing! Do you think I don't know what kind of medicine you are selling in your gourd?"