Shen Cheng gently sniffed the air, and there was nothing but a faint, delicate fragrance coming from him.
Shi Yu lowered his head to plant a kiss on her lips, then mischievously brought his mouth close to her nose, lightly rubbing his lips against it: "Sniff here again."
"You're being a hooligan."
Shen Cheng couldn't be bothered to sniff again, turning her face away to avoid his burning, hot breath.
Shi Yu turned her face back towards him, and with a breath of hot air on her face, his voice low and laced with seduction, he asked: "I've waited so long, when do you plan to satisfy me?"
Meeting his intense gaze, her lips curved into a slight smirk: "Depends on your performance."
"Hmm?"
"Don't bully me, don't provoke me, don't force me, and once my body recovers, I might consider satisfying you."
This man, who stood like a king among men, had countless socialites and heiresses yearning to climb into his bed and conquer his body.
