Little Yue.
Ye Qingfeng didn't hesitate at all; he kissed her dominantly.
Although Ye Qingfeng's movements were quite crude, Little Yue didn't resist; instead, she found herself somewhat infatuated.
Ye Qingfeng's dominance was also one of the reasons he conquered her, as a former assassin, Little Yue was originally bloody and ruthless until she met Ye Qingfeng, this even more dominant man.
"Master!"
Little Yue's voice trembled slightly. Despite being an assassin, Little Yue's fingers were delicate and fair, grasping tightly onto Ye Qingfeng's shoulder.
After the kiss, their faces were close, clearly hearing each other's breaths, able to distinctly see each other's brows, eyes, nose, and lips.
Little Yue's beauty was naturally peerless and city-toppling; if she weren't an assassin, she could have been a big star.
Ye Qingfeng's eyes were blood red, yet they didn't appear so cold; although his consciousness was not very clear, there was still a trace of clarity.
