Chapter 220
“I want you to help me cultivate it.”
Mo Zhuer’s voice lingered in Xu Ming’s ears, her alluring tone like a soul-eating insect gnawing at his very bones, making one willingly fall under her spell.
“I refuse,” Xu Ming answered decisively.
“Heh heh heh, but your body right now seems to disagree,” Mo Zhuer teased, the corner of her mouth curving into a sly smile as she leaned closer against Xu Ming’s chest.
In the courtyard stood an iron rod, ready to be used after hanging clothes. It perfectly illustrated Xu Ming’s current state.
However, Xu Ming didn’t feel he could entirely blame himself. Any normal man, faced with a woman as enchanting as Mo Zhuer in such close proximity, would inevitably have some kind of reaction—such responses were hardwired into human nature.
Let alone him—a warrior with blood that ran hotter than most.
“Move,” Xu Ming said coldly.
“I won’t,” Mo Zhuer retorted, resting her head on Xu Ming’s shoulder, her actions dripping with calculated charm.