Devil President, Don't Bite Me

The man didn't bother about this problem anymore. His eyes fell on her snow-white shoulder, "take off your clothes."

Ah! Joey opened her mouth and couldn't believe her ears. Why take off your clothes? What is he... Doing?

Seeing that she didn't move, the man was impatient: "hurry up, I've wasted a lot of time on you. I hope you don't let me down."

Joey didn't understand what he meant and asked carefully, "why take off your clothes?"

"Inspection."

Inspection? It doesn't sound like a pleasant answer. Even if she is dazzled by a handsome man, Joey's principles and bottom line will not change. She is an independent, strong, self-respecting girl. She will never take off her clothes in front of an inexplicable man and call it "inspection!

After clearing her throat, she said in a clear voice and correct tone: "Sir, I won't take off any clothes and don't want to waste my time here. Whether you are disappointed or not has nothing to do with me. I'm going home now and leave!" Then she turned and left.

The man didn't stop her, but he snorted: "I don't know the so-called woman."

Joey walked quickly to the door and pulled the door, but the door didn't move. She thought she didn't have enough strength, so she grabbed the door handle with both hands, but the door still didn't move. She kicked her feet angrily, making a dull sound, echoing in the room.

She heard the man snort again, "over measure your strength."

Joey understood something. She turned around and looked at him seriously: "please open the door."

The man stood up from behind the screen. Joey saw only a flash of light and shadow. He had come in front of her. Joey was frightened and covered her mouth to step back, but there was no way behind. She leaned against the wooden door.

The light here is particularly dark, and the handsome face of men looks a little gloomy and strange.

"You, who are you?" Joey's voice trembled uncontrollably.

The man smiled, "my name is mexiling. I'm the master here."

Joey was stunned. The master of the Mohist school was this beautiful and frightening young man!

She couldn't even see his age. He looked like a boy in eighteen or ninety, but his sharp and cold eyes made him look twenty-five or six.

"Mr. Mo," she looked at him in horror with a dry smile, "I, I want to go home."

Moxi Ling frowned slightly: "didn't they tell you? You were chosen. "

"Is it to become Miss Mo's best friend?"

"No, be my woman." He paused, "but don't be happy too early. I won't decide whether I want you until I have inspected the goods."

Joey was afraid, but also a little confused. Why did moxiling think she would be happy? She's so scared that she can't wait to leave, okay?

"Mr. Mo, I," she licked her dry lips, "I don't want to be your woman. I just want to go home, can I?"

Mexiling looked surprised: "do you refuse?"

"Yes, I refuse," Joey said in a relaxed tone. "This kind of thing should be agreed by both sides. After all, it's not sweet to twist things."

Mexiling looked at her for a while, "you are the first woman to refuse me."

Joey's heart trembled and suddenly felt a little great. You know, what she refused was a handsome and incomparably rich man. So many girls dream of entering Mohism, but she easily gives up this rare opportunity!