Zhan Se panted softly, genuinely a little scared by his aggressive approach.
No matter what, she had to deal with him first.
"Going back on your word?" Zhan Se glared at him and turned her head away in displeasure.
Just moments before, everything had been calm, but now she was getting angry again, causing Lord Quan the Fourth to feel immediately conflicted. He loosened his grip on her arms and kissed her furrowed brow, speaking in a mix of coaxing and tempting tones.
Is she coming?
"Come, Little Yao, take care of me."
"Are these your words? No regrets?"
"A big man like me keeps his word."
"Then you mustn't move."
"That won't do, I don't trust you that much."
As Zhan Se spoke, she glanced around and jumped off the bed, looking for something. She noticed that besides some gauze, there wasn't much in this palace-styled room. Turning back to look at the man wearing a skeptical expression, her eyes settled on his robe.
