This high god walked with a sense of coquettishness, and his peach blossom eyes stared at His Highness Fuyao.
Suddenly he threw himself into Fu Yao's arms and said softly: Your Highness, I have decided to follow you.
Fu Yao (confused): Fairy, please pay attention to your words and deeds.
Qinghe (pretending to be shy): Your Highness, what are you talking about? Is there anything we haven't done yet?
Fu Yao: What have we done?
Qinghe (whispering): Your Highness, I hate it! How can a slave say such a thing?
Fuyao:…………
The new author is strong, please pick it up and collect it! Your attention is my motivation. I hope the little fairies passing by will collect it!