"Tonight is a wonderful Arabian night, I am the tribal chief, and you, my beautiful little girl, are my servant,"
"S-servant?" Ye Lu widened her eyes in disbelief. Damn it, what did he take her for?
"Yes, you must devote yourself to serving me, striving to please me. Do you understand, my lovely little servant?"
He intentionally blew a warm breath in her ear, making Ye Lu's face turn beet red in an instant.
She knew this damned man wasn't kind enough to buy her a gift.
This lascivious wolf had plenty of tricks up his sleeve. Last time it was a high-slit silk cheongsam, this time it's a belly dance outfit, and it's Arabian night, all of which were in extremely bad taste!
Despite Ye Lu's embarrassment and rage, despite her vehement protest, she refused to the point of death to put on that wickedly hot skirt.
But the devilish Third Young Master was leering at her.
With one sentence, he made her choke on her words.
