Ignoring her fear, Emperor Quan strode to the edge of the large terrace, wrapped her in his arms, and spread the sheet over a large wooden table before he set her down. His wolf-like eyes glared at her, his movements exuding a predatory dominance.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, do you really not wish to sleep with me?"
"..." Overwhelmed by his ferocity, Zhan Se's heart felt as if it was covered in a thick layer of fear. Suddenly, she had the delusion that she might die on this rooftop tonight.
What should I do? Beg for mercy!
"Lord Quan the Fourth, I truly did not mean to kick your face just now. I didn't want to struggle against you, it's just that you... what you did... made me feel so uncomfortable. You're a forgiving person, please, consider this environment..."
With that, she turned her head to look outside.
Heaven! Little did she know, until she turned her head and received such a fright.
