The fainted headliner was quite good-looking, but even so, the little fox was still better.
Not to mention she's a woman from the White Lotus Sect; such cults are often skilled in all sorts of sinister sorceries, more vicious than the Ming'an Divine Sect. If the latter is a group of fanatic and staunch outsiders, the White Lotus Sect would be a band of madmen practicing fringe and deviant ways.
After some hugging and embracing with the little fox, Chen Yi released his grip, and thinking of how he hadn't eaten meat for several days, he couldn't help but feel itchy inside.
Yin Tingxue was taken aback, quickly retreating into the corner.
Chen Yi sneered, glancing at her. The little fox lowered her head, neither agreeing nor rejecting, only pointing her small finger at Donggong Ruoshu.
He glanced at Donggong Ruoshu, and the stupid girl, realizing it, stared straight back at him.
Chen Yi could only sigh, silently abandoning his plan,
