He still remembered Chen Che's words, just holding the puppy in his arms, he whispered like a demon: "Chainsaw Pup, sharpen your teeth! In a moment, go bite the one with the gold chain first—that's right, the one with pus oozing from the fat neck! The veins course with greed concentrated enough to mortgage half a refugee camp! Oh, how delectable!"
Guan Ning's smile gathered, staring at Chen Che: "Did you summon these three demons?"
Unconsciously, Chen Che's gaze fell on the bright and slender legs. Those legs were too long, wrapped in leather pants, the sensory impact was too strong, making one look again.
"Yes."
Chen Che could clearly sense that after he answered this question, everyone's expression looking at him changed a bit.
Various emotions intertwined, indescribable, only the word 'complex' could embody them.
