It sent shivers down the spine, chilling to the core.
If it had been an ordinary person, they might have been petrified by the Demon Empress's words, becoming anxious and uneasy inside. Fang Yang, however, maintained a smile that wasn't quite a smile, his face carrying a faint hint of amusement, completely unmoved. Even more so, his heated, burning palm moved gently down along the Demon Empress's graceful waist, resting upon that marvelously perky curve, causing her body to shiver slightly. She glared at him fiercely, her eyes full of shame and anger.
Rage seemed about to erupt at any moment.
"What are you trying to do now? My patience has its limits. If you keep humiliating me over and over again, I will fight you to the death," she said.
"Really?"
Fang Yang smiled, saying nothing. He glanced at the top of Qiu Yuan Dai's head and noticed that her affection for him had increased by another ten points, now reaching seventy.
