When Xiao Ling turned around, his calm eyes hinted at the coldness of an emperor.

Her face was radiant, but there was a subtle hint of uneasiness in it.

Seeing Chu Yi's dazed look, she couldn't help but tilt her head and bite her red lips lightly.

"...Chu Yi, am I really that good-looking?"

After she said this, Chu Yi came back to his senses and walked to Xiao Ling's side.

He smiled brightly, "I never doubt my own judgment. But after seeing you today, I feel that my previous evaluation of you was even lower."

"Tang'er, you are so beautiful. If you were dressed more gorgeously, wouldn't it make Jiangshan pale in comparison?"

Hearing this name, Xiao Ling's body trembled slightly, and his face looked a little strange.

This is just the beginning. Are the Chu thieves already impatient to start calling me like this?

But Chentang was also a pseudonym, and she didn't care what Chu Yi called her anyway.

She also stood up at this time, and the jewelry on her hair swayed slightly with her slow steps.

Seeing that she was about to get up, Chu Yi thought about it and simply offered one hand to support her.

Xiao Ling was not paying attention for a moment, and the pair of soft hands folded over her belly were grabbed by him.

Seeing this, Chu Yi became even bolder and used a little more force to pull her body in front of him.

The two lumps clung to each other softly, and shook violently.

Chu Yi looked down with a smile, admiring her frightened demeanor.

Xiao Ling was so frightened that she clenched her hands into fists, but he restrained them with one hand, and then he hugged her slender waist with the other hand.

At this moment, the two looked at each other.

Xiao Ling suddenly became anxious. When being hugged like this, she could clearly feel the breadth of Chu Yi's chest.

"Traitor, you—"

Chu Yi's face darkened, and he pushed her closer to him as if to punish her.

Then he reminded in a low voice:

"I'm in a good mood now, but please don't address me by the little emperor's idiosyncrasies."