Whatever it was called, its nature remained the same.
It could not be revoked, reversed, or negotiated.
Diana slowly opened her eyes.
Deep helplessness surged through those pale blue eyes, like a pool pinned beneath a boulder for a thousand years, finally letting a trace of bitterness rise from its depths.
"I know."
Her voice was steady, but as soft as the wind. "I just... can't give up."
Yongye looked at her and chuckled. His smile was brief and bright, with a mischievous edge that set her teeth on edge.
"Relax. I'm a man of my word."
He tilted his head, gesturing toward the bedroom with his chin, his tone airy. "As agreed-you and your mother. Neither of you gets left out!"
Diana clenched her jaw so hard a sharp ridge bulged in her cheek. She stared at his radiant, infuriatingly smug face for two seconds, then finally forced a muffled snort through her nose and headed toward the bedroom.
Yongye followed.
Diana took a deep breath and raised her hands to remove her armor, but Yongye lifted a hand to stop her.
"No rush. I like the way you look in your armor and battle skirt. Come on, let's start like this..."
Diana rolled her eyes, but a moment later, she still willingly joined the battle...
Afterward, Diana demonstrated all the outstanding qualities expected of a superheroine.
Boundless stamina!
Explosive power!
A battle of lips and tongues.
A warm welcome between her thighs.
Outside the window, Manhattan's night deepened from dark blue to inky black. Neon and the cold lights of office buildings wove a tapestry of scattered gold across the glass facade, bathing the entire living room in warmth.
Fireworks and firecrackers were prohibited here.
Yet someone flagrantly violated that rule, setting them off nonstop as the crackling