Feeling the warm breath by her ear, Zhao Xiaomiao's legs softened, and she fell into Yuwen Feng's arms: "Rest assured, noble sir, next door is a private room. If you get drunk, I'll personally attend to you and help you rest."
"I want to rest right now." Yuwen Feng's tone was ambiguous, but his eyes remained clear, clearly just teasing her rather than having any specific intentions towards Zhao Xiaomiao.
Zhao Xiaomiao twisted in Yuwen Feng's arms like a water snake, looking up at him with a small face.
"It's noon now, how could I let the noble sir go hungry to rest? If you really want to relax, why don't we eat...and relax at the same time, how does that sound?"
As Zhao Xiaomiao spoke, her hands wandered back and forth on Yuwen Feng's body.
Initially, Yuwen Feng only wanted to gain some verbal advantage, but who knew Zhao Xiaomiao was astute, easily stirring the desires in his heart.
