Yarbede's gaze slowly slid down from Duke's eyes, glided over his nose bridge, and finally rested once more on his slightly clenched lips due to nervousness.
Her fingertips gently brushed against his lower lip, an action that was tinged with extreme ambiguity.
Her face leaned a bit closer, the tip of her upturned nose almost touching Duke's cheek, seemingly trying to sniff out something special from him.
At such a close distance, the two's lips were almost touching, their breaths intertwined, the atmosphere amorous.
"Hehe~" Yarbede looked at Duke and suddenly let out a cryptic chuckle.
Moments later, she pressed forcefully with her knee on the bed, her body floating backward weightlessly, landing steadily in the center of the bedroom.
She adjusted her incredibly sexy pure white robe, as if she wasn't the one who had just pinned him to the bed, her face returning to that lazy, playful expression.
"Well then, until next time, my dear employer~" She blew a kiss to Duke.
