Datou: "..."
Like this?
Isn't this enough?
Isn't this enough to scare off their hearts already?
Datou looked at Chang Mei with sympathy, hurriedly went over, dragged her behind a chair, and hid her there.
Feeling faint, huh? Feeling faint is still better than not fainting at all.
Bai Chuwei propped up her face lazily, glanced at Duan Feihan next to her, and suddenly smiled in her eyes, whispering, "Hanhan, what's wrong?"
Duan Feihan's gaze was cold as he watched the surrounding cultivators, wishing they could glue their eyes onto Bai Chuwei.
Among the female cultivators, there were also ones like Su Qiuqiu!
Duan Feihan picked up the tea at the edge of the table, took a sip lightly, and said indifferently, "You're quite popular."
Bai Chuwei touched her face and nodded in agreement, "Can't help it, the old ancestor is just that excellent."
In over five thousand years, her suitors were as plentiful as fragrantly drifting milk tea, enough to go around the Earth twice.
