Feng Lin held the woman in red in his arms, letting out a sigh of satisfaction without leaving any trace.
He lowered his head and glanced again, finding the red mask on Gu Shengyin's face particularly annoying. He gently brushed it with his hand, and the ornate mask, which was as sturdy as a Superior Magical Instrument, shattered and fell instantly.
Gu Shengyin: "..."
Does this mask have a vendetta against you!
However, her persona as the cold and stunning Ghost King of Lanling meant she could only glare at him coldly and then speak in a frosty voice: "What exactly do you want to do?"
Feng Lin smiled gently: "I want to hold you, isn't that obvious?"
Just as he finished speaking, he met the furious glare of the person in his arms.
"Don't look at me like that, I won't be able to resist kissing you," Feng Lin said, completely unconcerned with her threatening gaze.
Gu Shengyin: "..."
She continued to glare at him.
