With that one step, in an instant, Ye Qianming's hand reaching towards Luo Qingtong's front dropped down.
"Swoosh!"
The man's palm pressed onto her body!
And at that moment, Ye Qianming's expression drastically changed.
He looked at the spot where his hand was pressed with an ugly expression, and the next second, he violently tried to withdraw his hand.
But at this moment, a hand suddenly pressed on the back of his through the cloak, pushing his withdrawing hand back in place.
"How annoying! So the young master likes this! Why didn't you say so earlier? This old man also fancies such handsome and imposing men like the young master!"
Luo Qingtong's voice remained as hoarse and aged as before.
However, at this moment, amidst the hoarseness and age, there was a hint of surprise and a coy undertone, instantly causing Beiqing and others outside to break out in goosebumps!
What on earth is happening inside?!
