Pello still had no reaction, his gaze fell upon Yang Wuxu. This made Yang Wuxu feel even better about herself; if Pello could accept her, nothing could be better. Yang Wuxu hadn't expected such luck, but upon reflection, Pello's care for her, even stronger than that of Su Ziceng, made her think that perhaps this man truly harbored special feelings for her. Pello was young and wealthy, his appearance as outstanding as his status. If she could replace Wen Maixue, she would become the respected Countess of Weizhi. What would her past and those stains matter then?
"Love me well," Yang Wuxu's hand unfastened Pello's belt, reaching down below him, taking the fiery heat into her hand. Pello's breathing... remained unchanged throughout; he looked at Yang Wuxu, who appeared lost in desire, her skin altered in hue by passion, all of which made him feel nauseous.
