223 Young Master Who Can't Help Himself From Being Obsessed With A Treasure

Fang Yusheng thought about that scene and curled his lips; he was looking forward to it.

"Then I won't take my cane. It will embarrass you." He leaned behind her ear, his voice low and seductive like a demon's. "You can hold my hand for the rest of the day."

A date without holding hands was not a date. It was called walking along the road.

Fang Yusheng was just beside her ear. When he spoke, his breaths entered Qiao Jiusheng's ear.

She felt itchy, and her heart skipped a beat.

Qiao Jiusheng tilted her head and glanced at Fang Yusheng, cursing him for being a male demon.

When they got home, the two of them went straight to their room.