"Master, answer me, or I'll die for nothing!" Chen Jiuqi is like a silk swimmer, as if he was really going to die.

"I... How are you going to let me love you? Looking at this little man with heartache, the middle of Biyao's heart is also full of mixed flavors.

"Master, I don't want you to be my Master. I want you to love me as a man!" Chen Jiuyi's face was eager for luxury.

"You fool, I don't want you to call Master!" Biyao couldn't help but get angry and say something back.

"Yao Er, if you say that, will you really think of me as your man?"...