Transmigrated into the Wealthy Family as the Real Young Master, the Crazy Villainous Disciple Won’t Let Me Go

He no longer had his Master… In the year when his Master had come to understand matters of desire, Lu

“Who else?” Xi Yu scrutinized Lu Zhixing, looking at him with contempt, mockery, and derision. “I may not be able

Lu Zhixing said nothing, his gaze lingering on Xi Yu’s face. His thoughts were now no different from Luo Cheng’an’s.

“Holy Son…” “Holy Son…” The souls gathered on the table spoke to Fu Ye one after another. At the words

He had once been a stray cat, taken in by Fu Ye. If Fu Ye hadn’t rescued him, he would

Xi Yu braced his hands against the table, his jaw tense. He had never imagined that Huai Xi would love

Fu Ye sat in the bedroom, supported by a broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted man dressed in black brocade. The man’s expression was

Fu Ye sat in the bedroom, supported by a broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted man dressed in black brocade. The man’s expression was

Look at him. He truly was Xiyu’s disciple. He had spared no cost to resurrect his master. Knowing that his

When Luo Chengan heard Xiyu call out Zhiyue’s name, the shock on his face gave way to infatuation. A mist

This was the sacred artifact bestowed upon him by the gods, the very thing that had allowed his people to

Fu Ye walked inside. The people within moved mechanically, making way for him before kneeling one after another. “Welcome, Holy

Lu Zhixing said this as he rubbed his face against Xi Yu’s. Lu Zhixing’s body temperature was a little lower

The two of them were like a cat playing with a mouse, giving off an unmistakably intimate and suggestive atmosphere.

Xi Yu was just about to speak when a moon-white figure appeared around the corner of the corridor. His voice

That was what he meant, right? Xi Yu’s gaze fell on Lu Zhixing, whose arms were wrapped around his neck.

Sang Biao was held in his arms. He shifted slightly but showed no sign of waking. “Sorry to bother you…

Hearing this, Sang Biao bit down on the ham, then raised one leg and was about to kick Xiaoyu when

As long as Xi Yu wanted something, no one could refuse him. But in what way was he inferior to

The two of them left, and the room became quiet. Xi Yu sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes,