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"What are you looking at?" Zhao Huangpu could not help asking. She looked around the room, completely unconcerned about her fondled hand. He licked and kissed so hard, yet only he was intoxicated while she felt nothing at all, making it seem as though he were not flirting with a woman, but gnawing on a somewhat tasty pig's trotter.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh.

"...What are you sniffing now?" He had come out bathed and changed, leaving behind no rouge scent of other women. For goodness sake, stop moving around, would you? He was a man who needed atmosphere for this sort of thing. He hoped that at times like this, the woman's part would be to act shy, cry, push back, and say no, no, but—not puffing up her nose and sniffing around him like a police hound.

"Is there an aphrodisiac in that incense?"

"..." He looked back at the Phoenix Beak Censer. "Lord Long shouldn't be so idle."

"Oh, good then." She let out a long sigh of relief.

"..." What was the meaning of this sigh? Did he look like a man who couldn't get things done without an aphrodisiac? Ha, how funny!

Lifting a hand, he pulled the clothing down from her shoulder, exposing her rounded shoulders, and looked down at her. Aside from flirtatiousness, his eyes held a few extra traces of provocation; he had to let her know how serious he was right now.

"Are you ready to become my woman?"

That way you'll be safe. Just return to the identity of a young lady and stay by his side; it will be far, far safer than your current identity as a strategist. This was the fastest and most effective way he could think of to protect her.

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