"Mr. Xu, Youwei has a request, I wonder if you could agree to it." Ying Youwei swayed her body, her eyes tender as water.
Now the night had fallen, and outside only starlight could be seen, while Ying Youwei was wearing a plain white nightgown, made of a light, translucent material, to be honest, it looked as if she wasn't wearing anything!
She wrapped her arms around Xu Wendong's neck, suddenly drawing closer.
That small face was, in fact, very delicate, although slightly less appealing compared to Li Jiayin and the others, it was still undoubtedly a beautiful visage.
The general of Black Tiger City, Zhuo Yang, was so enamored with Ying Youwei because he adored her beauty.
It's just that Xu Wendong was always used to eating coarse grains, so he had long been immune to it.
"Whatever it is that Miss Ying wishes to say, please go ahead," Xu Wendong said calmly, subtly pushing away Ying Youwei's hands.
