When the apocalypse arrived, Rong Yao crawled out from a pile of corpses with all her memories lost. She was picked up by kind-hearted people and joined their team.
Her teammates each had the...
"But it's just you and me here."
"You can control me," Yan Jue extended his hand gracefully as if inviting her, "You can control me in any way you want."
"Really? You won't be angry?" Rong Xiao gestured a few times with his hands, worried that he would be unhappy.
Looking at it from another angle, she also doesn't like being controlled by others. As the saying goes, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you...
Yan Jue held his chin up, smiling so hard that stars seemed to fall into his eyes: "No, whatever you want is fine."
There was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and her beautiful eyes seemed like a mysterious whirlpool, which made Rong Xiao inexplicably agree.
"Then...then why should I control you?"
"Kneel down and kiss the back of your hand. I'll call you Queen?" Yan Jue's eyes curved like a crescent moon, and his eyes gradually deepened, like a tempting trap.
Rong Xiao actually thought about it seriously and hesitated a little: "This is not good."
"It's okay, try it."
"Okay." Rong Xiao agreed reluctantly.
She closed her eyes for a while, then suddenly opened them, and Yan Jue's body straightened instantly.
Like a controlled robot, he walked straight to her, knelt on one knee, gently and carefully took her hand, and kissed the back of her hand lightly.
His lips just touched lightly and then left, just enough, but when he raised his eyes slightly to look at her, there seemed to be strong emotions flowing in his eyes.
"That..." Rong Xiao's fingers shrank.
Yan Jue: “Hmm?”
"I haven't controlled you yet."
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