Smack!
After grabbing a handful, Lu Chuan found it somewhat unsatisfying. He reached out again, lifted part of the fabric covering that snowy-white softness, then raised his palm and gave it a hard slap.
A bright red mark was left behind.
But when Lu Chuan looked up again, he discovered that Ya Fei's alluring peach-blossom eyes now held a trace of gloom.
"What's wrong?"
Lu Chuan withdrew his hand and glanced at it in confusion. Then he said seriously, "Did This King hurt you?"
"No..."
"My lord, do you think I'm cheap?"
Ya Fei raised her head, a faint mist welling in her beautiful eyes. Lu Chuan's earlier remark calling her coquettish, along with the teasing curve of his lips, had struck a nerve. She thought he looked down on her, and she now appeared somewhat aggrieved.
"How can This King's woman demean herself like that!"
Hearing this, Lu Chuan shook his head in displeasure. "You should be happy to receive praise like that from This King!"
"So my lord was praising me with those words!"
"After last night's madness, you should know I was still a virgin before this. Even if I am coquettish, I am only coquettish before you, my lord. If it can make you happy, why should I think about anything so complicated?"
Hearing the slight displeasure in Lu Chuan's tone, Ya Fei's autumn-water eyes flickered uncertainly before a trace of delight slowly surfaced in them.
"My lord, Ya Fei was wrong. I should not have demeaned myself like that!"
The next moment, Ya Fei bent forward and sincerely apologized to Lu Chuan. As she bent over, her tight cheongsam seemed on the verge of bursting from her ample curves, and the glimpse of snowy-white cleavage was enough to set one's blood racing.
"If you admit