Yan Xiaobei hauled the female knight Ali, who was bound by his Divine Thought and unable to move, to her feet, set her down on a chair, and posed her like The Thinker.
"Just kill me." the female knight said.
"Nope." Yan Xiaobei refused without even thinking. "We don't have some mortal blood feud, why would I kill you? Or are you treating me like one of those ruthless, murderous bastards from the wanted posters? Sure, I've done deals with Demons, but that doesn't automatically make me the bad guy, y'know."
"Amazing you can say that with a straight face." The female knight let out a cold laugh. "How many people who deal with Demons are ever good people?"
Yan Xiaobei's face darkened. "You still dare to mouth off when you've already fallen into my hands? You've got guts." He grinned nastily and posed the female knight into a frustrated, sexually-starved ** position.
Wrapped up in Divine Thought, the female knight was like a puppet, completely at Yan Xiaobei's mercy.
