The vehicles moved forward.
Sitting in the car, Xia Yuansi was fiddling with her clothes, as she could feel Chen Che's intense gaze fixed intently on her fair, exposed skin.
She was so angry that her teeth itched.
This guy was certainly doing it on purpose, but now she was dependent and had no capital to resist.
Chen Che had better not fall into her hands, or she would torment him to death!
Xia Yuansi thought fiercely, but she was still somewhat unsettled.
After all, she didn't know what her future paths were, feeling a bit lost and helpless.
Everyone arrived at the council, Xia Yuansi got out of the car and raised her head to examine the entire government office area.
A white and fragrant shoulder was suddenly touched by an arm; Chen Che had no sense of boundaries and asked with interest, "Princess, I've heard that the Great Yan Dynasty still implements a feudal slavery system, and has spent countless manpower and resources to build a grand palace on the desolate Wasteland.
