She stared at him fixedly, that look wishing she could slice him into a thousand pieces.
Bai Qinchen gave a light chuckle, beginning to grope unsteadily upward along Lie Yan's fiery red long dress, grasping a steamed bun, while his other hand fondled her slender, beautiful legs wrapped in a silk skirt.
"Stop! Take your dirty hands off!" Feeling the strange touch, Lie Yan's whole body stiffened, shaking violently as if struck by lightning.
Bai Qinchen smiled, continuing to enjoy the softness, and said, "Take them off? How could I possibly take them off? When I saw you yesterday, I was already thinking about how to conquer this beauty of yours."
Feeling the astonishing elasticity and fullness of the steamed bun in his hand, a low sigh involuntarily escaped his lips: "Truly a top-tier masterpiece."
Lie Yan's eyes widened, and flames almost spewed from the bottoms of her eyes.
Her body was as rigid as iron, every tremble feeling like the excruciating torture of slow slicing. She tried desperately to break free, only to find her divine power sealed, making that struggle seem so pale and powerless.
His words, his caresses, were like the most venomous poison, eroding her dignity as a God King inch by inch.
She wanted to curse angrily, wanted to roar, but found that only whimpers remained in her throat, turning into a soft song.
Looking at Lie Yan's appearance of being both angry and helpless, while controlling that astonishing softness and beauty, the sense of conquest of mastering a supreme existence of the Divine Realm made the flames in the depths of Bai Qinchen's eyes burn increasingly intensely.
He made no effort to conceal the greed and appreciation in his gaze, unable to help clicking his tongue in wonder and saying, "Whether it's this figure