"Who?" Ye Qingchen was vigilant in his heart, and drank coldly at the void.

But seeing that the void seemed to be distorted, Ye Qingchen had not yet reacted, and saw a tall figure slowly appear in the void in front of her bed.

Ye Qingchen's body suddenly tensed, as if he was facing a great enemy.

When he saw the person coming clearly, Ye Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, but the whole person was still full of defense.

"Is that you? What are you doing here?" Ye Qingchen asked angrily. In the middle of the night, he broke into her boudoir, what is this person's intentions?

The person who came was dressed in red, handsome and unscrupulous, and his temperament was unassuming, but he was as unattainable as an emperor. Who is not her 'master'?

"You are my slave, can't I come to your room?" The man's good-looking eyebrows were raised, his expression was evil, and with that sexy voice, it was very lethal, even Ye Qingchen was not careful, and he was almost lost his soul.

That being said, but what's wrong with the slave? Does the slave deserve to have no personal space? How can this man be so domineering? What a cold-blooded bastard, a ruthless capitalist exploiter!

Ye Qingchen scolded secretly in his heart, but his face remained silent. She is the master, a peerless powerhouse who can pinch her into powder with her fingers, what else can she say as a little slave?

The man seemed to be able to see through Ye Qingchen's thoughts, he smiled, the curvature of the corners of his lips, and Ye Qingchen's heart was cold.

"You slave, you seem to be quite lonely. The man looked at Ye Qingchen, and suddenly said this.

Ye Qingchen was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"When I first came, I saw that your face was flushed and your eyes were full of spring, what was it if you weren't emotional?" the man had a 'I found out' expression.

Immediately, his good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, and he hated iron and couldn't form steel, as if he said helplessly, "By the way, can't you be a slave and a maid?"

Ye Qingchen was dumbfounded, only feeling that her world was thundering, and she was so confused that she almost forgot what day it was.

What was this man talking about?

Say she's emotional? Say she's not pure?

"You're flushed, you're spring-colored, you're not pure!" Ye Qingchen was like an enraged little beast, grinning back, completely unaware that under his violent movements, the already not very tightly covered quilt fell off, revealing the beautiful scenery below.

The man's gaze stayed on a certain part of Ye Qingchen, and his eyes became darker and darker. Ye Qingchen was stunned, and looked at his eyes, but saw that he didn't know when his upper body was exposed. After she bathed and changed clothes, she wore a light gauze nightdress, at this moment, that exquisite posture, the beautiful scenery was half hidden and half revealed, full of temptation.

Ye Qingchen's face turned black to the bottom of the pot.

"Can you take your eyes off it?!" Ye Qingchen gritted his teeth, eager to break this disciple who entered her room in the middle of the night and shy her disciple into pieces!

"Nothing to see. The man frowned, his tone disgusted.