"Mm." Sui Yi silently glanced at Shen Luoyan, then added lightly, "As for you, I was always going to take you along."
Yoho, that line…
Du Gourou lightly bit her lower lip. She really wanted to go too…
Natasha arched a brow, then suddenly, under everyone's gaze, stretched out that beautiful, snow‑white arm of hers and hooked it around Sui Yi's neck from behind. Her proud, soft curves under the Black Robe were pressed right up against Sui Yi's back.
Sui Yi's hand, still pinching the gauze, paused.
"What about me?" Natasha's husky, sultry voice stood apart from her usual proud cold glamour, as if she'd reverted to that seductive heat from the night she slow‑danced with the Grand Prince of Yale.
Ancient folks simply couldn't handle this kind of direct, deliberate flirting; even Shi Feixuan, who was standing off to the side, was stunned.
