A girl's word, not even eight horses can catch it, she has to fulfill her promise, right?
But before that, she has to have a whole bunch of nonsense to express how much of a loss it is for her to let him have his way, and how lucky he is—
"Fire King, what does the most perfect woman look like, do you know?"
"Don't know." Master Xing's voice was muffled, half an hour had passed, and this little woman was still preaching here. How stifling was that?
Cocking her head, Lian Qiao rolled her eyes, looking speechlessly at the cold-faced Fire King of Hell, knowing full well this guy was very displeased with her for not getting any sweets for half a day. But there's a saying, isn't there? Things easily obtained are not cherished. Whetting the appetite, that was essential!
She kissed his eyes, kissed his Adam's apple, then slowly pressed her lips to his and, holding his face, burst into laughter...
