Bo Yan took her finger into his mouth in one bite, tracing it gently with the tip of his tongue. He lifted his eyes, which were already peach-blossom shaped, and with the full eyeliner and red eyeshadow applied, they indeed held a sort of feminine charm within. Yet within this seductiveness, there was also a hint of cold arrogance and disdain—the expression was just too much.
Then, Bo Yan embraced her, turned over, and let her be on top, smiling softly, "Alright, if you want to be the bandit king's wife, then I shall be beneath you, for you to press down on me."
