"Ahem..." She really knew how to push her luck.
"One hundred times, one hundred times..." Ayrin wagged his head and wagged his lips like a repeater, acting like a spoiled child.
"Don't mess around!" Feng Liexie straightened her back, putting on the airs of the ruler of a nation. Unexpectedly, it did not work at all. The hairpin on her beautiful little head was tinkling like a rattle.
Feng Liexie's face tensed up as she feigned a look of fear and seriousness. "You're still a Sinner now. If you keep acting willfully, I'll chop off your flower pot and chop off its head!"
"Come on! The dying are heavier than the monolith or the lighter than the dog feathers." She looked at death as if it were nothing!
The little guy was not afraid of him at all. Why couldn't the fierce Feng Liexie attract
