Ye Ningshuang writhed madly with Zhao Fu, but just as she was at her most blissful, Zhao Fu stopped. Ye Ningshuang clung tightly to him, her eyes pleading. "Hurry and give it to me, it's not enough!"
Zhao Fu controlled Ye Cang and had him walk over. Pinching Ye Ningshuang's chin, he turned her head toward him and said with a smile, "Well? Is the Ancestor happy? Will you submit to me now? As long as you are willing to obey my orders and let me control the great power of the Night Dynasty, I can let him make love to you every day!"
Something about that sounded rather off. Zhao Fu had made himself sound like someone selling himself, the sort who traded his body for deals.
Consumed by the fire of desire, Ye Ningshuang did not refuse outright. Her face was full of complicated hesitation and anguish as she turned to look at the man holding her. His handsome face and his dignified, noble bearing made Ye Ningshuang understand that she could no longer leave him. Right now, she felt as if the agony would kill her.
"I agree. I will help you seize the great power of the Night Dynasty, but you must guarantee that power will not fall into anyone else's hands. In any case, you are also of the Ye Family bloodline. Giving the Night Dynasty to you still means keeping it in the Ye Family. And he belongs to me from now on—he is my man!"
Ye Ningshuang's voice was icy as she forcefully suppressed the fire of desire and spoke to Ye Cang.
Zhao Fu laughed inwardly. The Night Dynasty's power had always been in Zhao Fu's hands, so how could he possibly give it to anyone else? Thus, controlling Ye Cang, he