"How are things going?" Fan Tian roamed his hands all over, unceremoniously taking liberties with the young maiden in his arms. The maiden's delicate body trembled slightly, a blush blooming across her cheeks.
"You... the matter you entrusted to me, I am naturally attending to personally. Nalan Yanran will come tomorrow at high noon," Yao Ye said through clenched teeth, enduring the tingling sensation rippling through her body.
As the Eldest Princess of the Imperial Family, her execution had always been remarkably thorough.
Fan Tian inhaled lightly. This sensation of drunkenly resting upon a beauty's knees while waking to wield power over the world left him intoxicated.
He brought two fingers slightly together, pinched lightly at that protruding peak, and then pulled outward.
"Oh..." The maiden let out an involuntary gasp, her delicate body suddenly shuddering as her legs instinctively pressed together.
This Eldest Princess of the Jia Ma Imperial Family had known Fan Tian for merely a few days, yet she had already completely surrendered beneath his feet, placing herself at his disposal with absolute obedience.
Fan Tian let out a breath of stagnant air and began to gorge himself to his heart's content upon Yao Ye's charming collarbone.
Whether it was Ya Fei, Yao Ye, Yun Yun, or Queen Medusa, Fan Tian had neither the time nor the slightest interest in exchanging romantic sentiments with them; he simply took them through the most overbearing and straightforward methods possible.
Whether the other party was willing or unwilling, prepared or in need of a moment to consider, he did not care.
The only ones he currently valued enough to take seriously were Yao Ling and Zi Yan.
Yao Ling was his first woman, goes without saying, while Zi Yan kept delaying any deep intimacy because she worried that engaging in