Muyan wanted to grind her teeth again, no, she wanted to press the little pervert to the ground and rub it.

"Then why do you want me to enter this door?"

Li Weiran thought for a while and said seriously: "Intuition."

I feel like you are a ghost!

The footsteps of the pursuers downstairs were getting closer and closer.

Muyan was about to give up and continue running up the door.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

Muyan didn't have time to think too much and quickly dragged Li Weiran into the house.

The door closed automatically behind her.

Muyan was stunned for a moment. Before she could react, she felt that her feet were missing and she suddenly fell downwards.

Li Weiran, you bastard!

Next time I will trust your instincts and I will be a dog!!

…

Muyan woke up with a burst of rich fragrance.

She felt that her body was a little heavy, and her head felt like it had been hit hard, making it dull and painful.

She opened her eyes with difficulty, and what she saw was a woman's boudoir.

On the dressing table not far ahead, a slim and graceful woman was gently combing her thick black hair.

Muyan shook her head and tried to sit up.

But suddenly he found that his hands and feet were tied.

What was beneath him was not a bed, but a circular altar.

"Are you awake?" came a soft and melodious female voice, "It doesn't matter if you wake up, at least you will know how you died when you reach the underworld?"

Muyan struggled vigorously, but the rope that bound her didn't move at all.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Who are you? What do you want to do by tying me up? Where are my friends?"

The woman in front of the mirror slowly turned around, revealing a face as chapped and skinny as old tree bark.

Muyan's eyes widened in shock.

The contrast between the back and the front is really too great.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Am I not beautiful? Am I not young?"

The woman walked towards her slowly, her long hair gently blowing behind her.

The waist is slender, the figure is slender and graceful, and paired with the boudoir decoration that has a hint of a young girl, it should be a heart-warming picture.

But paired with that dying face, it looked weird.

The woman stared closely into her eyes and asked again, "Answer my question, am I beautiful? Am I young?"

Muyan swallowed, not knowing whether she should answer this question against her will.

"I asked you to answer my question, did you hear me!!!"

The woman's voice suddenly rose in pitch, startling Muyan.

Her face also became more distorted and terrifying as she lost her patience.

The slender white hands stretched out and were about to pinch Muyan's neck.

At this moment, a low and cold man's voice came: "Wan'er, you are fooling around again."

When the woman heard this voice, she immediately changed her expression, smiled, rushed forward, and threw herself into the arms of a man.

Muyan looked up.

I saw a young man with deep features and handsome appearance, who looked about 27 or 27 years old. He stretched out his hand to hug the woman into his arms and patted her back gently like he was coaxing a child.

"Brother!" The woman has an old face, but her voice is soft and sweet, just like a child who has just grown up. "Brother, is Wan'er beautiful? Is she young?"

The man looked at her tenderly, touched her face gently, and said softly: "Wan'er is very beautiful and young."

The woman immediately laughed like a silver bell, and even broke away from the man's arms and turned around in the room.
Chapter completed!