"Are you out of your mind?" The man cursed under his breath and shamelessly leaned in again, rubbing his body against hers incessantly, "Zhan Xiaoyao, considering how I can't get you out of my head, how about you take good care of me tonight, hmm?" As he spoke in a coaxing tone, his hands became increasingly restless. After reaching for her soft and slippery curves several times without success, he found his 'Yan Yan Yu Fei' gown rather cumbersome. So he simply lifted it all the way up, caressing her as he went.
"Emperor Quan!" Sitting on his lap, face to face, and being teased like this, Zhan Se flushed with embarrassment, "Can't we have a serious conversation for once? It's either bickering or you acting like a hooligan every time we meet."
"Little Yao, indeed you have such a tiny waist... Go ahead then!?"
"..." What the hell.
