"Is Ge'er inviting me?"
Si Mo lay on the bed, holding the 'scorching sun' in his arms, a hint of bewilderment swirling in the depths of his amber eyes.
At this moment, even if Mu Qingge were to stab a knife into his heart, he would not bear to let go, nor to leave.
Invitation?
In the depths of Mu Qingge's clear eyes, a cold glint flashed.
However, the smile on her lips grew increasingly seductive. She extended her nimble fingers, lightly lifting Si Mo's slightly cyan-tinged chin, raising his head slightly.
Si Mo cooperated with her, his eyes filled with a doting smile.
"The top master of the Linchuan Continent, the Holy King of the Holy Yuan Empire, wants to personally warm my bed, how could I refuse?" Mu Qingge's red lips parted, the words she spoke carried a hint of arrogance and mischief.
"Warm the bed?" In Si Mo's amber eyes, a dangerous glint flowed. His little Ge'er actually regarded him as a maid to warm the bed?
