Sang Luo pushed him away. "I'm already getting a headache from this. Don't cause more trouble—Ugh!"
Anubia flipped over, reversing their positions, and bit down on her neck. It wasn't a hard bite, more like a playful, tormenting punishment—it was one of her most sensitive spots.
His sharp fangs pressed against a red mark on her neck as his hot, wet tongue licked over it, making the delicate body in his arms tremble and go limp.
He spoke mischievously, his voice thick and tantalizing. "Hmm? Say that again? I don't think I heard you."
Sang Luo angrily pounded his firm chest, her voice still laced with a breathy gasp. "You're just making things more difficult..."
Anubia looked down at the woman beneath him, her eyes glistening with desire. He caressed her lips with his finger, his voice low and husky, thick with lust. "But I want you to make it official. I want to be able to stand by your side openly in this world, too."
Sang Luo froze.
