The trouser legs covered his toes.
No matter how he looked at them, they were clearly far too long.
Besides, Chu Xuanzhen wore an expression that said he had finally gotten his way.
Faced with someone so shameless, Shen Yangge felt a mouthful of blood lodge in his throat, unable to spit it out. He could not help thinking, Sure enough, I can't judge Chu Xuanzhen by ordinary people's standards.
The more casually he described something, the more likely it was to unleash a storm-unless others had already seen it coming!
Shen Yangge, one of the pitiful souls who had been tricked, pressed his lips into a thin line. His legs would not move. He wanted to lift his feet and kick off the trousers pulled onto his lower body, but he could not even do that. The more anxious he became, the more delightedly Chu Xuanzhen smiled as he finished dressing him and stroked his calves.
He looked exactly like a demon.
[-I should have known this would happen the moment you said that.]
[-Chu Xuanzhen, oh, Chu Xuanzhen, would it kill you to go one day without doing something this shameless?!]
[-Keep your hands to yourself. I don't need a massage, and I don't need you dressing me all over again!]
Shen Yangge felt uncomfortable all over. He thought it was from anger, but only his body knew whether it was anger or something else.
It was the final round.
Resigned to his fate, Shen Yangge wondered what other tricks Chu Xuanzhen had up his sleeve. Despite having already given up, he could not help growing nervous again.
As expected, he lost this round too, and he could not dispute the result.
Chu Xuanzhen stated his final condition.
He wanted Shen Yangge to do... that to himself, right