C748 Why Can't I be Your Lover?

The young woman bowed her head and lowered her eyelashes, exuding an air of docility.

She was akin to a sharp sword encased in sponge—seemingly gentle, cute, and beautiful on the surface, but deadly once drawn.

The more Yang Ling observed her, the more he grew fond of her. He chuckled and gave the maid's head a pat, asking, "Rong'er, what kind of weapon do you prefer?"

"Master