"Waste... The waste is looking at this princess!" Excitement's provocateurs recklessly teased Yi Nanxi's sensitive nerve endings, blissfully dancing about.
Her beautiful pupils slowly dilated, and her shapely thighs beneath the wedding dress couldn't help trembling; the arms hooked around Xia Feng's nape also instinctively held tighter.
"Waste... don't, don't look...."
Seeing Nanxi sticking out her tongue enticingly in the arms of that man, the man whose dog head he had already chopped off, and hearing Nanxi's almost tearful voice of shy annoyance tremble, Huaze Tuo's eyelids crazily twitched.
How... how could this be!
Even after witnessing such a stimulating scene.
Huaze Tuo still thought it was an illusion.
Yes, an illusion!
It must be an illusion!
Nanxi was always so proud and dismissive, literally dismissive, looking down upon the human race!
So how could she possibly throw herself onto a human, utter such base words, and coquettishly call him "human master"?
