At this moment, Han Qing'er was only wearing a very loose robe, with long sleeves, as she leaned her head against the edge of the bed, her eyes were filled with tender affection, just like a little pet's dependence and admiration for its master.
Ye Fan was the man who conquered her, and she knew she could never get any official status by Ye Fan's side, nor did she dare to claim to be Ye Fan's woman.
"What are you doing?" Ye Fan squinted as he examined Han Qing'er.
Han Qing'er's voice was delicate, "Master, your servant is here to serve you..."
As she spoke, Han Qing'er lowered her head, climbed onto the bed, leaned her head against Ye Fan's arm, rubbed a few times, then looked up at Ye Fan, her eyes already somewhat hazy. Although it was painful for her when Ye Fan possessed her, she desired that kind of fierce possession deep inside, which made her feel conquered.
