Xiao Jiu's arms wrapped around Chen Mo's neck, feeling the masculine aura emanating from her master pouring into her nose, feeling that burning chest.
Xiao Jiu's eyelashes gently trembled, her entire delicate body seemed to melt like water.
"Master." Xiao Jiu's lips, red as cherries, said with a deliberately softened voice, knowing that Chen Mo disliked the loli voice.
A smile appeared on Chen Mo's face, and after entering the room, he directly placed Xiao Jiu on the bed, his hands without hesitation exploring Xiao Jiu's delicate body, openly expressing his admiration for this exquisite and enchanting form.
Xiao Jiu was no fool. In the years since she had transformed into human form, she could also sense human emotions, feeling her master's burning hands glide across her skin, a single tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.
She was finally about to become her master's woman.
