Ning Xiaoxian didn't lift her head, only tightened her arms around his neck, and let out a soft, charming hum.
He heard it and suddenly the aura around him receded.
He reached out to stroke the beauty's dark hair, then hesitated: "Little baby, what are you thinking again?"
She pouted, muttering: "Do you really care about what I think?"
The fox's words indeed had an effect. He lifted her delicate chin, making her face him directly: "Speak!" His tone involuntarily carried a command.
Ning Xiaoxian's eyes twinkled, she suddenly laughed: "You want to know? You have to agree to one condition."
Starting to understand how to bargain with him? This was not a good sign, Changtian sighed and said: "What?"
Her face reddened, as she whispered something in his ear.
The beauty in his arms exuded a sweet scent, her breath made his ears itch. After hearing her request, he was slightly stunned but replied: "No way!"
