In the room, after watching Yuchi leave, Wei Qingzhu still couldn't understand one thing.
She lowered her head to look at her own revealing robe, then pinched her own body.
Feeling that astonishing youthful aura, she was a bit perplexed.
Back in the Fourth Continent, there were probably hundreds or thousands of people pursuing her, and she could see desire in their eyes.
But why, when she mustered the courage to face Yuchi directly, was he unmoved?
Last night.
He just calmly watched her slip off her undergarments, and besides calmness, he had no other words.
He was so dignified it was outrageous.
Logically speaking, she shouldn't be able to stand today, and there should be her nail marks on his body.
But...
But she didn't have a single problem? He even wanted to buy her an orange?
This is strange.
Thinking it over.
The cold and distant image of the ice-cold beauty Wei Qingzhu suddenly melted, filled with panic and helplessness.
"Could it be..."
