Liu Rushuang buried her head in Han Moze's chest and exclaimed unhappily, "You're so petty!"
"What did you say?!" Han Moze snarled each word.
This woman was calling him petty!? How was he being petty?
"Always have been!"
Liu Rushuang looked him straight in the eye with a look of complete innocence, assured that she had said nothing wrong. "It's just snow! Why are you throwing such a huge fit?!"
On the other hand, Han Moze smiled wickedly despite his fury. "You're the one who said that. Don't cry begging me for mercy soon!"
Once they entered the Fallen Phoenix Palace, Han Moze carried her straight to bed.
A thin veil fluttered gently, censoring the risqué scene.
"Ah... I can't take it! You're too fast! You beast! Slow down!"
"Too deep! It hurts! I'm begging you, stop! Guh…"
***
Liu Rushuang cried until the middle of the night and eventually shot Han Moze tearful, angry glare and sobbed, "I'll end you, tyrant!"
