"Silver Willow King, you flatter me."
Rather than straighten up, Song Wen bent even lower at the waist.
He had no desire to provoke the Silver Willow King.
This snake was different from the Crimson-Scaled King.
The latter, mindful of Song Wen's relationship with Qing Lian, would not act too freely.
But the Silver Willow King would not show such restraint.
In Silver Willow King's eyes, he was probably little different from a piece of merchandise. It was only because that merchandise now belonged to the Crimson-Scaled King that she did not dare lay her hands on it at will.
Song Wen's vision suddenly turned white.
The Silver Willow King had circled around to stand before him, less than a foot away.
As Song Wen lowered his head in salute, he found himself staring directly at her unadorned chest.
A slender jade finger lightly hooked beneath Song Wen's chin, gently raising his head.
Song Wen's gaze naturally moved from her chest to her charming, seductive face.
The corners of Silver Willow King's lips curled slightly, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible smile. Her eyes brimmed with springtime allure, stirring the soul.
"Look at that little face of yours. You really do make one feel tenderly protective."
Silver Willow King parted her red lips. Her voice carried a trace of languid seduction as she continued.
"A few days ago, you promised to visit my residence. Why did this king wait and wait, yet never catch sight of you?"
"Please forgive me, Silver Willow King. I... this lowly one... had only just arrived in the Willow Snake Clan and did not yet understand its customs. I feared that a rash visit might offend you, my lady, so I did not dare..." Song Wen stammered, his voice trembling with unease.
"Giggle, giggle, giggle..."
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