Miss Zhihui Qianqian said softly, with a bewitching tone in her voice, and walked slowly towards Chen Hao.

Along with her words, the surrounding flowers, plants and trees slowly changed their colors, all turning pink, full of ambiguous and provocative emotions.

If it had been anyone else, even a monk would have sunk in. But Chen Hao's eyes were clear, he stretched out his palm and said warily: "Miss Zhi, please don't move, otherwise I won't be polite."

With his mental state, how could he be bewitched by this.

Although Zhihui spent money to not hurt him, but wanted to marry him, even changing her appearance and figure, the more she behaved like this, the more wary Chen Hao became.

Chen Hao didn't believe that Zhi would spend money to fall in love with him.

As the ancestor of the Paper Man, even the emperors of the late Mahayana period were her descendants, how could she be a nymphomaniac.

The money-spending lady from Zhi Hui stopped and looked at Chen Hao pitifully with tears in her eyes: "What's wrong?

My husband, in order to please you, I deliberately became like this, why do you still reject me?

You said it yourself that you like me and want to get married to me."
Chapter completed!