Yang Xiao looked at Mr. Master, who was crying in front of him and finally felt satisfied.
Compete with me, huh?
I'm a rogue, who am I afraid of?
What are women most afraid of?
Rogues!
In front of a woman, the more you pretend to be a gentleman, the more you bind yourself. Once you see yourself as a rogue, no woman in the world can deal with you.
Yang Xiao suddenly realized that bullying women is also quite fun. He couldn't help but extend his hand, wanting to lightly pinch Mr. Master's frost-like, snow-like, delicate face.
His fingers reached in front of her, but he finally couldn't do it and stopped.
He couldn't really turn himself into a rogue.
Mr. Master felt Yang Xiao's hand extend over and abruptly opened her eyes, looking at Yang Xiao with anger mixed with pleading.
She didn't even dare to die now, afraid that Yang Xiao, this rogue, would strip her clothes after she died and hang her in the square for public display.
