"What are you trying to do!" Xi Yao stepped back, instinctively clamping her legs together.
"What do you think?" Chen Xiaobei smiled with ill intent, his gaze unabashedly sweeping over Xi Yao's towering breasts and the mysterious area below her abdomen.
He couldn't help it. That Witch God Essence was just too damn good, like a drug. He was hooked. Having not had a drink in just a few days, Chen Xiaobei was finding it hard to restrain himself. Plus, this little minx Xi Yao had the gall to provoke him. Wasn't she just asking for it?
With that thought, Chen Xiaobei took a large step forward, grabbed Xi Yao's delicate waist, and forcefully scooped her up into his arms.
"Chen Xiaobei, you bastard! Let me go!" Xi Yao panicked. She hammered her delicate fists against Chen Xiaobei's chest, but the blows didn't hurt at all. In fact, they felt more like flirtation.
