The young girl's voice at this moment was both tender and bewitching, like a flower that had absorbed the dew, trembling as it blossomed with her beauty.
Xi Jiu, who had been guarding an empty room with a life-sized body pillow for a month, was almost driven crazy by this voice.
He hugged the young girl tightly and buried his head in her neck, taking a rough breath.
Ruan Qi's beautiful peach-blossom eyes welled up with a layer of glistening moisture.
She bit her swollen lips and tugged at his clothes in a soft voice, "Jiujiu, I can…"
Boom!
The blood in Xi Jiu's body erupted and raged like a volcano.
Looking at the young girl in his arms, her peach-blossom eyes seemed as pure as a spring, yet her words stirred madness in him.
She's a siren!
A siren that could make a man want to give up his very life!
A vein throbbed in Xi Jiu's temple; he somewhat roughly tore open Ruan Qi's clothes and bit her shoulder as if to vent his frustration.