lt;Mr. Bao, Mrs. Bao

With Gu Cenduo around, Yan Ji's blade would certainly not harm Yan Jiaojiao. She had just walked to the dining table when her hand was grabbed. The man pressed his voice, "Yan Ji...",The topic was probably a little ambiguous, and suddenly there was a subtle tension in the air. Combined with the hazy lighting, it could easily spark some hormonal desires.,Just as Gu Chenye's fingertips were about to touch her skin on the neck, Yan Ji raised her chin slightly, dodging his hand: "What do you think"。