Wu Yao towered above her, and within those black, jade-like eyes, a hint of scheming was deeply hidden.
Bei Yiyi's eyes widened instantly, "What the hell?!"
The Little Demon King echoed, "What the hell?!"
"No way, I'm taking Xiaoyu with me!" Bei Yiyi demanded firmly, reaching out to pick up Xiaoyu.
Wu Yao easily sidestepped, and Bei Yiyi lunged at nothing, failing to grab Xiaoyu but instead tripped on the door frame. Fate would have it that she ended up clutching Wu Yao's sturdy back, her nose filled with the man's fresh and mild scent…
This sudden turn of events left Bei Yiyi utterly dumbfounded.
"Miss Bei, is this an embrace you're offering?" Wu Yao slightly turned his head, a deeply meaningful smile hooking at the corner of his mouth.
