Jie Xun, who was anonymous in the small town, was caught by the moon of the past.
"Puppy, very naughty." Luo Changjiao tightened his grip on his neck until an abnormal flush appeared on his pale cheeks.
"But I don't blame you. It's my fault for not taking care of you."
From now on, he will build the strongest collar to confine this cunning wolfdog to himself.
The expression on the immortal-like face in front of him was slightly distorted, but it did not destroy any sense of beauty. Instead, it became vivid, like an immortal descending from a painting.
He knew that Jie Xun liked his face.
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"Mr. Luo, is that the kid you like?"
Luo Changjiao turned his gaze slightly and caught a glimpse of the two people standing under the magnolia tree. The young masters of the Yun family and Xie Xun stood together like a couple.
"A courageous young man, Zhong Yi, doesn't count."
Intention: Not afraid of difficulties