The man gazed at the young woman in his arms with a hint of melancholy, somewhat annoyed.
If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have made the mask so tight. That way, he could kiss her, scare her, scare the hell out of that heartless brat!
The man pursed his sexy thin lips hidden under the mask, deciding to leave this beauty for his hands.
Then, as the devil's hand wreaked havoc, he spoke with a solemn expression:
"No worries, if you like peaches, the master will dig up that tree and also dig up your husband buried under it."
Yun Ran's breathing fluttered, her face flushed, somewhat annoyed, "Yun Mo! Bastard! Keep your hands to yourself."
Nangong Mo: The master doesn't listen, the master doesn't listen! If the master can't kiss, you won't even let the master touch a little?
"Little beauty, you called wrong again. The master is very unhappy and will punish you."
Yun Ran: "???"
[What did he say?!]
