She could feel a pair of scorching hands gently slipping off her clothes, as though peeling snow-white lotus seeds, revealing her snowy, tender pink skin.
And... her rather girlish undergarment.
"As expected of the Number One Courtesan Under Heaven. Your beauty is truly exceptional. Even I, who have wandered among countless flowers, must acknowledge your exquisite figure, Miss Chu."
As he spoke, Fang Yang smiled, and his scorching hands reached toward the hem of Chu Lian'er's skirt!
Chu Lian'er was filled with apprehension, her heart pounding like a startled fawn. Her face was deathly pale, yet tinged with a faint blush, and her eyes were filled with sorrow.
She clutched the corner of her skirt, wanting to stop the fiend. But she knew perfectly well that this was nothing more than a fool's dream. Before this overbearing, domineering fiend, no matter how a weak woman like her struggled, she would ultimately be nothing more than a joke.
She could not escape that sorrowful fate!
Sure enough...
Rustle.
A gust of wind blew past, gently lifting her skirt and making it fall away entirely, revealing her exquisite yet delicate body, along with the underdrawers below.
They barely covered one slender leg, with a few little flowers embroidered on them.
They looked both adorable and alluring.
Perhaps she had noticed Fang Yang's gaze, or perhaps she had accepted her fate. In the end, Chu Lian'er drew a deep breath, closed her eyes, and slowly lay down on the bed, biting her lip as she waited for fate to descend.
Her fair legs were tightly entwined.
A few tears lingered at the corners of her eyes.
The tears trickled down, drop by drop.
But even so, she did not hope for the fiend's mercy. After all, handsome though he was, his reputation outside