"Hiss!" Zhao Rong gasped and touched the numb right side of his face.

The young Confucian scholar suddenly stopped moving and stood still.

The eyes were also closed.

Just when it was closed, a red light seemed to appear.

Dugu Chanyi also noticed something was wrong. She had just slapped Zhao Rong's shoes on his hands and paused.

However, suddenly she saw the corners of Zhao Rong's mouth rising slightly.

Dugu Chanyi suddenly felt angry, waved her jade hand, and slapped him.

Snapped!

"Well played."

A certain man suddenly said.

Dugu Chanyi was stunned.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes and looked at the delicate body of the woman in front of him.

After taking a bath in the hot spring, her delicate body, covered only in light gauze, was faintly exuding some kind of fragrant heat.

He smiled.

Stride forward.

"What are you doing! How dare you! Don't touch me...ah!"

Dugu Chanyi exclaimed.

Zhao Rong pushed the Queen Mother of Dali onto the bed.

Narrowing his eyes and smiling softly, he stepped forward.

"I can't suppress it anymore. I won't suppress it anymore. Go to hell and see your heart and mind. I'm not going to play anymore..."

Zhao Rong nodded, and as he spoke, he turned around and walked aside, picking up the jade products on the ground.

He lowered his head and looked at it, "I asked you to clean it up, but you still throw it away, okay, I'll do it... return it to its original owner."

"You... let go of Yijia and don't come over!"

Zhao Rong returned, pulled Dugu Chanyi on his leg with a big hand, and began to educate...
Chapter completed!