"Feng, think about it again. Since you've always sent people to be by my side, you should know everything that has happened to me." She woodenly raised her head, her eyes not fluctuating too much.
"Yun'er," he shouted in frustration. He then stretched out his arms and pulled her into his embrace, caressing her ears. "I really like you. Isn't it good to be my Cult Mistress?"
Xiao Jinyun did not reply and silently rolled her eyes in his embrace. Can you not hug her without moving? Also, don't touch her ears, it's so itchy...
"Yun'er, are you afraid of me because of what I did before?" Qin Yifeng's body stiffened as he spoke. As the master of a sect, he had to take the responsibility of protecting everyone here. Perhaps he was a devil in the hearts of those gentlemen. But he asked himself
