"Stroll?" Ye Qing Luo raised her brow suspiciously, indicating that she didn't believe his words one bit.
Di Mo Xuan was the great god that could stir up the audience wherever he appeared, was it necessary to borrow the holy beast to show off?
Besides, wasn't the nine-tailed fox impressive enough?
"What else can I do to your Qi Qi besides taking it out for a stroll?" Di Mo Xuan's long arm flexed slightly and shifted Ye Qing Luo's petite body upwards.
Ye Qing Luo's upper body leaned against Di Mo Xuan's chest.
Their eyes made contact, Di Mo Xuan's thin lips curved into a charming grin, the eyebrows smiling at the same time.
Ye Qing Luo could see her own reflection from his dark pupils.
There was only her in his eyes.
The heart at this moment was unable to suppress itself and skipped a couple of beats.
Immediately, her eyes lowered and shifted her gaze unnaturally.