Zhiyan's heart choked, and she stayed on the spot without speaking. However, her smart watery eyes were covered with a layer of disappointment, and the luster instantly disappeared.

"Do you have a problem with me?" After calming down for half a second, Zhiyan asked coldly, her eyes suddenly withdrawing from the two women, her delicate and smooth cheeks were covered with a layer of frost, and even her whole body was in a cold state.

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Ming Yihan's eyes dimmed, he sat up from the couch and looked at the girl complicatedly.

"Stay back!" He scolded the annoying maid next to him, stood up from his seat, and approached Zhiyan step by step.

He took a step forward, and Zhiyan took a step back until her back was against the golden pillar, then she raised her head and looked at him, "What do you want to do, and don't touch me."

With her red lips slightly pouted, Zhiyan roared angrily. As soon as she finished her roar, she realized that she had lost her composure, and her teeth immediately itched in her heart, "I want to go back, you send me away!"

"Why?" Ming Yihan leaned close to her, his blue eyes locked on her pale and tired face and asked, why were you angry, why did you suddenly become so cold?

It's okay not to ask, but Zhiyan's whole body exploded when asked, "Take your dirty hands away, don't touch me, hug your woman, I don't want you to worry about it..." Zhiyan pouted her mouth and turned her head.

To one side.

Time stands still, the air stands still, and the sound stands still!

Ming Yihan stretched out his hand and froze in mid-air, with a secretive look in his eyes. His hard and cold heart seemed to be plucked by a feather, itching, and the unfamiliar feelings that were forcibly pressed emerged again. Listening to her words, his heart felt like joy.

Worry made him speechless for a moment. Was the little man's expression jealous?

Are you unhappy because of him?

Feeling the stiffness of the atmosphere, Zhiyan was at a loss for a moment, and held her little hands together tightly.

What's wrong with her? She becomes an idiot when she meets him. Please, she won't let him misunderstand just now, right?

She just didn't like those women, and she just felt that this man should remain indifferent and should not go around seducing people.

She timidly raised her head, only to find that the man was staring at her for a moment, as if he wanted to penetrate the person's soul.

"Are you angry with me?" The man seemed to be slowing down, stretched out his big white jade hand, and lifted Zhiyan's chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Don't like other women touching me?" The man raised his eyebrows, and his hot breath sprayed on her face. His cold fingertips slowly rubbed her delicate and tender lips, and a tingling sensation came from her body.

Became as red as blood.

What does it mean not to like other women touching him?

Why does that feel so weird?

"Is that so?" Ming Yihan didn't intend to let the little person go. He grabbed her with his big hand and immediately took her into his arms. He narrowed his eyes and asked evilly. His handsome face like an evil one got closer again.

The tips of their noses touched each other, and they playfully watched the expression changes on the little man's face.

"No, go away." Zhiyan said in a low voice, panting. The strong breath made her breathless, but this man could still look at it leisurely.

"Answer me, are you jealous?" Ming Yi stayed close, her stiff nose pressed against the little person's cheek, sending bursts of warm touch, and a faint medicinal fragrance came from her body.

, making him squint his eyes involuntarily, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

This little person is very funny, has a cute expression, and is soft in his arms. The most important thing is that she has an aura that he likes about her, which makes her feel at ease.

"No, no, no!" Zhiyan raised her head in excitement, and her rose-colored lips immediately touched his. The soft and cold touch came, and the elegant fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose, making her feel dazed for a while.

Her eyes widened, staring blankly at the man in front of her, her first kiss...

Compared to her shock, the man she kissed looked indifferent. He was looking at her quietly at this moment, neither leaving nor approaching, looking at her tolerantly, as if tolerating a naughty little girl.

The child was making trouble in front of him. This feeling was very frustrating.

She is not a child!

Her eyes trembled, and the small hand on the man's chest was instantly withdrawn, and the next second it was wrapped around the man's neck, and her tender mouth leaned forward, biting the man's thin lips as if to vent her anger.

Ming Yihan trembled all over and froze in place, letting the little man touch his lips lightly, and the sweet breath came from his mouth. He felt the little man holding his lower lip in his mouth, biting it hard, and it hurt.

It came, filled with the smell of blood.

As if a fed little beast, Zhiyan smiled with satisfaction, stretched out her fragrant tongue, licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and then let go.

After all the movements, Zhiyan was already panting from exhaustion. Her goal was achieved, and she weakly leaned against the man's neck. Hum, he dared to throw her away and try.

Ming Yihan's eyes were dark, and there was a burning sensation in his lower abdomen. The sweet breath remained in his mouth, which further stimulated the enthusiasm in his eyes. His big hand holding Yan'er invisibly tightened a bit, and his evil-like handsome face was stained with a trace of confusion and contradiction.

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He actually felt like he wanted to **** her hard!

After calming down for a few seconds, Ming Yihan bent down and put Zhiyan on the ground. Then he walked up to the couch on the high platform alone. His heart was confused and out of control.

Strange feelings were like a tide, wave after wave, catching him off guard.

He has never been close to women, but now he is moved by a little doll. He must be crazy, yes, he must be crazy.

"Come here!" Ming Yihan narrowed his eyes and shouted softly. A red figure suddenly stood in front of him. It was the red-eyed boy who brought Zhiyan over - the demon envoy.

"My subordinate is here!" The young man kneeled on the ground and said respectfully.

"Take her away, and send the two Yu Ji here!" Ming Yihan held his head with one hand, his voice was extremely cold, and he said oppressively with a cold breath all over his body.

The young man's body trembled, and there was a strong look of surprise in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe his ears. Did he hear it correctly? The master wanted a woman, and he was finally willing to touch her?

"Yes, I will do it now." A touch of ecstasy appeared on his pale, almost transparent cheeks, his eyes turned dark and red as blood, his master finally got the idea, ahem, no, his master finally figured it out.

Zhiyan trembled all over, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her eyes locked on that man, the man who had just hugged her but now sent her away, the man who was kissed by her but now wanted to kiss someone else.

Zhiyan stood there blankly, wanting to see him through, but the man still refused to look at her. Was she so unbearable in his eyes?

The anger in my heart grew like a weed, and along with it sprouted a hatred of myself.

She hated that she was clinging to him like a nymphomaniac, hated the pain in her heart when he said those words, hated the way she was obsessed with his eyes, and what made her most unforgivable was that she seemed to have fallen in love with him unknowingly.

Man, this domineering, cold, heartless and indifferent man.

But this man always treated him like a child, and he didn't know anything about her unspeakable pain.
Chapter completed!