"...Divorce all of them?" The fingers Jiang Xinli was running through Xuan Ying's hair paused for a moment.
"Little Ying, are you... really okay today?"
He got angry sometimes, sure, but he'd never gone so far as to suddenly tell her to divorce Sheng Tianze and the others.
"Little Bumble... Answer me..." Xuan Ying extended his venomous fangs and gently bit her earlobe.
His icy, thin lips and forked tongue slowly licked at her delicate neck.
It was part threat, part... seduction.
A faint blush gradually appeared at the tips of Jiang Xinli's snow-white rabbit ears.
"Little Ying, stop."
"Why?" His voice grew colder. His long, slender, pale fingers slipped under the hem of her clothes.
The bone-chilling pads of his fingers lightly traced the small of her back and her spine, then snaked their way upward.
With a nimble flick of his fingers, a clasp came undone.
The cold touch sent a shiver through her entire body.
She gasped, "Little Ying, stop it."
