Weilan opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word.
Her hand was holding onto Lu Hechen, but what kind of control was this?
Lu Hechen's gaze was dangerous, his ink-black eyes sparkling as they fixed on her face, word by word, "Don't be contemptuous, not every woman can have control over me. This honor is only given to you."
"Such bullshit honor!" Weilan exclaimed in a low voice.
"If you're too casual with your mouth, you'll have to accept punishment," his voice turned even more wickedly seductive, huskily sensual, "I think you might not be able to endure three hours..."
As he finished speaking, his long fingers gently brushed over Weilan's lips, continuing in a wicked tone, "I don't mind you using this little mouth to help out."
Weilan completely melted.
He was too terrifying.
