Qian'er was eagerly pulling out a red rope, examining the bleating little white goat with glee, looking left and right as if pondering where to start the binding.
It was clear that the crafty and inquisitive young girl, fascinated with the mysteries of rope art, was surely going to advance her skills this time...
A certain stunning fairy, defeated, muttered, "Mmm mmm mmm..."
Zhao Rong, standing by, blinked twice but paid little attention to their playful antics, deciding not to intervene.
Su Qingdai had previously declared threats of murder, but how could her claims be so exaggerated? After all, what harm could Qian'er possibly intend? However, the next second, Zhao Rong, lost in thought, caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of Qian'er pulling out something soft and slender as her eyes lit up.
His eyelids twitched involuntarily, and he quickly turned his head away.
"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" The muffled nasal sounds of a gagged woman suddenly grew louder.
