Stupid Empress.
Do you really think I can't recognize you?!
Xia Feng's gaze, sometimes dark and sometimes bright, focused on the woman's divine smile before him, all the while calculating his next move as he acted.
Under his subtle touch,
The dragon scales extending from the left half of the woman's smile accentuate her alluring eyes, while the right side remains divinely graceful, untouched by dust, though the delicate ear lobe hidden beneath the soft cloud-gray hair appears tinged with a faint blush.
Even with her lips forcibly pried open, the woman's slender neck is like a boat adrift in the waves, allowing Xia Feng to do as he pleases, yet her tranquil, sleeping visage still emanates a regal sainthood.
The only difference is, the Pale Empress before him doesn't have the 'breath' Xia Feng is familiar with between her lips and teeth.
