Purple Mandala leaned lazily against the back of the chair with a delicate glass cup. His slightly transparent purple brocade robe slid a little, and half of his shoulders and chest muscles appeared in front of her. Her charming eyes seemed to be about to stop, and her sexy lips were pressed against the edge of the cup, as if there was not water in the cup, but some mellow wine.

It's simply a temptation----confusion.

It is said that dog men know dog men the best, and Dongfang Hongyin knows what he is thinking at a glance.

I still use the number of segments he disdains the most!

But Su Qinwu always stares at the other party!

Is it good to look like him?

Dongfang Hongyin was despised, but was extremely anxious, for fear that Su Qinwu would accidentally... He scratched Su Qinwu's chair hard, roaring in his heart. This dog man clearly wanted to seduce you! Wake up!

Just as he was thinking of turning into a human form to drive away his "love rival" regardless of everything, Su Qinwu patted his head gently: "Be good, drink some water."

Dongfang Hongyin: “…”

The purple mandala chuckled, and released the charm of a man with no blind spots in three hundred and sixty degrees: "It's boring to drink water, Qinqin, is it okay for me to invite you to drink the herbal spiritual liquid?"

He took out a bottle of herbal spiritual liquid from his sleeve, leaned over to Su Qinwu, and poured herbal spiritual liquid into her glass cup.

With his movements, the brocade robe that had already slipped down a little further, falling to his waist, revealing his tight waist.

Su Qinwu leaned back.

Zi Mandala noticed her movements, and the curve of the corners of her lips expanded a little, supported her hands on the table, leaning closer: "Qinqin, are you nervous?"

Dongfang Hongyin: “…”

Is it tolerable? It’s really impossible.

He slapped the armrest of the chair with his claws, and stood up and was about to transform when he saw Su Qinwu covering her nose: "No. Your body sensation is too heavy... Ah snee!"

Zi Mandala's expression was slightly stiff, and then he laughed softly: "You really like to joke."

Su Qinwu said seriously: "I'm not kidding. I don't like flowers with too much fragrance, I like shallower ones." For example, Lan Zeyi's.

Lan Zeyi's fragrance is shallow and long, and it looks ethereal when it is far away. When it is close, it will not make people feel too pungent, but instead feels a sense of peace and comfort.

Purple Mandala: "…"

He stiffly changed the topic: "Let's drink the herbal spiritual liquid. This is the herbal spiritual liquid I collected personally. Such a small cup can match your human seventh-grade spiritual elixir."

Su Qinwu lowered her eyes and looked at the glass cup.

It is impossible to drink.

Who knows what he has put in it?

Even if he didn't put anything on, she wouldn't drink it.

Because he is a "thing" himself.

Purple Mandala has two major characteristics: highly toxic and psychedelic, and is also one of the main ingredients of the mystery.

For the same plant, the spiritual race has dozens of times more medicinal properties than the spiritual plant. He can knock down a large area with his every move.

Su Qinwu can still sit as firm as Mount Tai now, but it is thanks to the maid who called out his body, which made her beware of her in advance.

Su Qinwu gently tapped the armrest of the chair with her fingers, thinking quietly that if she could counter him, she didn't pay attention to what Zi Mandala said.

Zi Mandala smiled and said, "Then I'm more respectful than obedient."

As he said, his slender fingers gently picked up Su Qinwu's glass cup, came to Su Qinwu again, and sent the herbal spiritual liquid into her mouth.

Su Qinwu: "!!!"
Chapter completed!