Lu Changsheng heard the words "Indebted beyond measure, willing to devote myself" and thought, truly, a pureblood descendant, indeed a class act!
He diligently assisted, and repaying the favor was not in vain.
Yet hearing the next sentence and seeing the beauty's face so close, Lu Changsheng was stunned.
What the hell?
He was to devote himself, marry her?
A reversal of the Heavenly Gang!
"What, Lu Daoist is unwilling?"
Ao Long's eyes burned intensely as she gazed at Lu Changsheng, leaning forward.
The two proud, towering snow peaks on her chest almost touched Lu Changsheng's chest.
In such a posture, the magnificent peaks couldn't help but descend, revealing a vaguely round silhouette within the blue-purple dragon scale collar.
But Lu Changsheng had no time to admire such enticing scenery.
As he met Ao Long's eyes, as ardent as molten gold, her dark red lips were already nearing.
Her lips were icy cool, delicately soft, quite full and lustrous.
"???"
