"Don't torment my Master, if you have the guts, come at me!"
Lu Xueqi's cold, beautiful eyes fixated on Zhou Chen, her swan-like neck lifted, and her delicate fists clenched.
Her hair flowed softly over her shoulders, and her seemingly flawless skin had a faint blush, like a quietly blooming flower in a deep mountain valley.
Zhou Chen smiled, looking at Lu Xueqi, his eyes mischievous:
"Aren't you unwilling?"
Lu Xueqi's bright eyes shone like stars, merely staring at Zhou Chen, without speaking.
Zhou Chen turned and left.
"I am willing!"
Lu Xueqi's cold voice rang out behind him.
She didn't want Zhou Chen to bully her Master.
Zhou Chen stopped, turned around, and looked at Lu Xueqi with determination on her face.
"Come here!"
Stunningly graceful, peerlessly clear, cold and taciturn, Lu Xueqi hesitated not this time, obediently walked up to Zhou Chen.
She knew she couldn't escape.
Nor did she want to cause Zhou Chen to hold a grudge against her Master and torment her.
