C2 Young Master Yan Ruyu

The moment the reserved man raised his eyes, he saw a face that was very close to him.

His bloodshot eyes glazed over, and a trace of doubt flashed across his long eyelashes.

"Don't move, I smell …"

Mao Yuxi moved forward with a serious tone, and her nose made a sound like a dog inhaling air.

The moment she got close, the woman's breath sprayed onto the man's face. The originally red face instantly seemed to be filled with blood. It was so red that one could even see the pink and tender blood on his face. It looked like a blood jade flower.

"On your body …" Mao Yuxi raised her head and saw the thin, white, blood-red jade skin. She was stupefied as she looked at it. "So beautiful!"

Her face that was as tender and beautiful as jade tofu emitted a faint fragrance of medicine. Was this really a face a man could have?

It was too beautiful, too tender, and too fragrant. Mao Yuxi's eyes trembled as she stretched out her hand and poked him without hesitation.

"Ah …" "You …"

"The man came to his senses after that poke." "Women …"

He jumped up and casually smashed something on the bed.

Mao Yuxi panicked as she took the sandalwood pillow. Looking at the angry jade face in front of her, she quickly forced a smile and raised her hand, "Sorry, I just want to try my hand. It feels really good, hehe …"

The men she came into contact with were all coarse or gentle, so how could they be as handsome as a little brother with beancurd in his hands?

However, the more he explained, the darker the expression of the sickly young man in front of him became. However, even if he was angry, this person was still extremely beautiful. At this moment, she didn't get angry, but her eyes contained a murderous intent, causing her back to turn cold.

"Um, aren't you angry? I'm going to scram, I'm going to scram …" She wanted to cry. Why did she forget that wicked woman's orders?

"Halt!"

Just as she was about to step out of the door, the sickly beauty stopped her.

"Mao Yuxi stood stiffly with her shoulders hunched, while Saul turned around and smiled with his eyes shining." Money... I didn't. Important People... Cough cough … Just barely. "

The man's eyes were dark as he slowly walked towards her, holding his clenched fist.

Finally, his gaze came to rest on her chest and he frowned.

"It seemed as if the room had quieted down." You poked me, and you just left like that? "

The man coldly snorted, looking as if he was about to settle a debt with Ye Zichen.

However, Mao Yuxi was so scared that she did not stop. "I'm just here to clean up. I don't have any money, but I won't give it to you even if it cost me my life."

With that, he opened the door and tried to run.

However, just as he opened the door, a pair of ferocious eyes flashed over from outside. Not far away, red lanterns drifted over absentmindedly, and the wind blew shabbily. It was like walking in the dark.

"Ghost!" Ghost, young master, there's something wrong! " Mao Yuxi was so scared that she trembled when she knocked on the door. What the hell was this place? The one outside is a human? The young master in the room was completely flawed as he admired her fear. He didn't have the slightest intention to move at all.

"Young master." At that moment, the door burst open, and a tall darkness came down with a cold wind. Mao Yuxi was so frightened that her whole body turned cold. She bumped into a pair of copper bell-sized eyes, as well as the scar marks on her face.

This was an exceptionally tall man. Standing there, he was as tall and powerful as an iron tower. His entire body was overflowing with a cold aura. He glared at her as if he was taking a life from a ghost.

"Ah Huang, go out."

noble young master shouted.

The man, who was as tall as a ghost, glared at Mao Yuxi before slamming the door again with a bang.

Mao Yuxi turned around weakly, forcing herself to smile apologetically. "About that …" "You want to …"

The man took another step forward and bent down to carefully examine her. Strands of black hair curled around his face, the smell of medicine, and the scent of sandalwood filled the air. This originally peaceful atmosphere suffocated Mao Yuxi.

"Huh?" Mao Yuxi didn't understand, but she immediately understood what the man meant. "No …" Not... I, I am fourteen years old. " Saying that, he tried his best to straighten his flat chest.

The man lightly coughed again. Then, he flung his black hair, raised his hand, and began to untie the buckle.

"I guess I can make do with it." As he spoke, a trace of a dispirited and strange smile appeared on his face, as well as a trace of despair.

Mao Yuxi, on the other hand, watched wide-eyed as he untied his shirt, revealing his lean chest.

"Gulp …"

"You, you're in spring ~ If you're sick, you can be cured, but for this disease, I'll cure …" "It can't be cured …"

Inside the house, the silence of the pin drop could be heard.

The man took a deep breath, as if suppressing his rage.