In a narrow alley outside the Marquis's Manor, Su Yingxue threw herself at Chu Yihan.
She clung to Chu Yihan with both hands and feet, her pouted red lips expressing her reluctance. "Your Highness, why didn't you stay for dinner? Aren't you hungry?"
After a busy day, she was starving!
Chu Yihan wasn't made of iron, after all!
Chu Yihan held her face, his warm breath caressing her cheek. "I am hungry."
"Then why are you leaving?"
"Because I only want to devour you, but unfortunately, it's not on the menu tonight."
Chu Yihan lowered his head and took a bite of her lips. Her soft, red lips were like cotton candy, carrying a tempting, sweet scent that easily intoxicated him, making him lose his senses.
Su Yingxue's face flushed, and waves of heat washed over her.
This wasn't the first time she had heard Chu Yihan say this.
But she couldn't fulfill Chu Yihan's desires yet.
