Ying Feng looked at him and felt deflated: "What can I do?" What could he dare to do? The Master would strike him down.
Yan Hao laughed, this man who always seemed so aristocratic to outsiders, was like a blooming champagne lily, exquisite to the extreme.
Ying Feng was a bit dumbfounded.
Damn!
Does he have to smile so seductively? He's not a woman, is he trying to turn himself?
Seeing someone's dumbfounded expression, Yan Hao laughed even more joyfully, bursting out into "hahaha".
With such a big laugh, his aristocratic air turned into something more bold and had a bit of the flavor of a heroic outlaw.
Ying Feng covered his eyes: "Too blinding! You're going to turn me!"
"Is your self-control really that poor?" Yan Hao teased, the smile not leaving his face.
