"How was that, Your Majesty?"
Inside the Queen's bedchamber, Yan Lin leaned against the headboard, looking down at the beauty sprawled across his chest, her eyes shimmering with desire. The corners of his lips curled up slightly.
At last, he had claimed the most enchanting flower in the desert. Yan Lin smiled with pride and confidence.
Yan Lin had always been very confident in himself.
To his surprise, Medusa looked up at his smug expression. A teasing glint flashed through her passionate eyes as she said, "Average."
Yan Lin's smile instantly collapsed.
What a man could least accept was being told by his own woman that he was lacking.
He had decades of skill, yet she called him average?
Unacceptable!
He sat up and said to Medusa solemnly, "I'll give you one chance to rephrase that."
Nestled in Yan Lin's arms, Medusa raised a hand and hooked two fingers beneath his chin. She gave him a provocative smile. "It really was average."
She drew out the final word slightly, her soft, seductive tone carrying a coquettish laugh that made even Yan Lin, with his considerable self-control, feel his soul stir.
But that assessment was truly infuriating.
Yan Lin got hard!
His fists got hard!
Looking at the bewitching she-devil in his arms, so provocative yet so breathtakingly alluring, Yan Lin laughed in exasperation.
He turned over and gently laid Medusa on the bed, then pressed himself over her. With a wicked, slightly sinister smile, he said, "Today, I'll have the Queen temper me properly."
Facing the youth's blazing eyes, which seemed ready to devour her, a rare flush appeared on the Queen's lovely face.
She said nothing. Instead, her slender arms slowly rose and wrapped around Yan Lin's neck. Her eyes glistened with desire as she lifted her head and