Her imposing demeanor was indeed intimidating, but her body was firmly restrained by him, leaving her unable to move. She could only twist her waist in futile resistance. After a few movements, Ning Feiyan's body suddenly stiffened, and she didn't dare to move recklessly.
Baili An brushed his cold breath delicately against her neck, then gently bit Ning Feiyan's earlobe, whispering, "Do you want to?"
Ning Feiyan, feeling extremely comfortable from his caresses, narrowed her seductive eyes but gritted her teeth and said, "Get lost! I'm not serving you!"
Usually so poised and dignified, even she was driven to say "I'm not serving you." It seemed she was genuinely angry.
Baili An smiled, unafraid, and with his free hand he reached up under her dress along her slender waist.
The soft, loose skirt elegantly wrapped around her waist, tied into a knot, accentuating her figure.
A mysterious and wickedly spreading dark red magic line between her spine.
