C191 Drinking a Dull Drink

Zhen Jingye knew her temper, so he walked over and held Bei Xiaomo in his arms.

A masculine scent rushed towards Bei Xiaomo's breath and almost knocked her out.

"Zhen Jingye, you, put me down. You are a Hisith, overbearing. . . " Bei Xiaomo struggled in his arms.

Zhen Jingye did not care about the resistance of the little girl in his arms. He threw her onto the bed and said to her