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"What are you looking at? What's so good about that old man? Is he better than me?" When Gong Sheng turned around and saw that she was staring at Dinki, he couldn't help but let out another furious bellow.

An Xin rolled her eyes. This man …

She had only glanced at Steward Ding. Was there really a need to make such a fuss? An Xin couldn't help but rub her forehead, "Mr Gong, you're so noisy."

"An Xin, don't be too excessive. This is my house, you still want me to stop talking?" Gong Sheng glared at her fiercely as he started to rage once again.

"And are you that hungry? You even want to go up against such a rotten old man. " Annoyed, he wanted to kick again, but thinking of what had just happened, he forcefully kicked the bedside table to the side.

An Xin was once again speechless. She weakly glanced at him. He was really noisy.

With her pair of weak eyes, the Palace Sage whose hair was all blown up immediately became more relaxed. Especially with her clear eyes staring at him, he suddenly softened his tone.

"Alright, alright. Don't look at me like that. I can't stand it any longer. Do you think I don't want to fuck you? However, you are now severely dehydrated and your body is too weak.

Uh, An Xin was speechless. Fuck off, could this man's thoughts not be so dirty? Why did he have to go up instead of up? Is there no other idea?

She really didn't have the energy to argue with him. In the end, she lowered her eyes and covered herself from head to toe with the blanket.

You didn't even bother to explain to him, because you couldn't explain to this man.

"Hey, An Xin, what's the meaning of this?"

Seeing that she had suddenly covered her entire body, the Asgard Mistress' smooth fur immediately exploded once more.

An Xin hid in the blanket, not even daring to move.

Think what he wants.

"An Xin, what are you faking? Get up and explain yourself." Gong Sheng furiously pulled down the blanket and glared at her, wanting to tear a few holes in her body.

An Xin was so annoyed that she suddenly felt a headache coming on. She raised her eyes to meet the man's gaze. "What are you trying to do?"

"I want to kill you." Gong Sheng glared at her as he spoke directly.

Coming again, An Xin rubbed her forehead, weak to the point that she didn't even have the strength to speak. She stared at him, "If you think I still have the strength, then you should do it."

The originally energetic face of the palace saint immediately sank into the ice cellar.

"Are you so unwilling to talk to me?" Was that the man who screamed even after death? What would happen if he were to appear in front of her?

Thinking about how she was smiling even in her dreams with a face as gentle as water, it made him extremely disgusted. He even kept calling her by that dead man's name.

"You're too smart." An Xin's face was pale as she looked at him.

"Damn woman." Gong Sheng raised his leg and kicked the bedside lamp until it exploded.

An Xin didn't expect that he would suddenly kick the bedside lamp to the side. Immediately, fragments of the lamp flew out and directly hit her face.

"Ah …" She gave a start.

The next second, her face turned black, and something pounced on her.

She closed her eyes and waited for a while, but the fragment did not hit her face. She could not help but open her eyes and discovered that Gong Sheng had thrown himself at her head, protecting her tightly.

An Xin was stunned for a moment. The tip of her nose was pressed against his chest. Her eyes were covered in a layer of mist, and her nose was sore.