"What scent does Your Majesty like?"
"Joyful Flower."
"Then we'll do as Your Majesty wishes."
Fei Yuan let out a low, pleased chuckle. He took out a porcelain bottle, opened it, and scooped out a light pink cream with his fingertips. It had a fresh, sweet fragrance... He lowered his head and carefully applied it, his touch gentle, unhurried.
Sang Luo, however, found her leg pinned down by his palm. The teasing was becoming unbearable, with no relief in sight. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed his bathrobe and yanked it off. Then, her hand found his belt, and with a simple tug of her fingers, it came undone.
Sang Luo chanced a single glance downwards and her face flushed crimson. The man was already aroused.
'He truly is the Beast Emperor,' she thought. 'So imposing and magnificent!'
Fei Yuan leaned over her, his large hand gripping her chin as his smile deepened. "Do you want me to be gentle or forceful? Slow... or fast?"
