But given this man's accomplishments, it doesn't seem strange for him to know her name.
What puzzled her was... when she called him "Guoguo," there was such a lingering, evocative feeling, as if they had once been deeply in love.
What the heck is all this?
"Don't randomly call me that; is 'Guoguo' something you should be calling?" Xiao Guo said sternly but inwardly hesitated, "Let go of me, or when my master comes, you won't even know how you died!"
She couldn't use Spiritual Power right now, and her master couldn't possibly find her, so she was just trying to scare this bastard.
"Hmph—"
The man seemed infuriated; Xiao Guo felt her body being forcibly turned around, and then she saw that face. She had thought her master's face was the most handsome in the world, yet she never imagined anyone could rival him...
