"She absolutely cannot let go."
Cāng Jì's words echoed in Bai Yue's ears like a death sentence.
She released the Dragon Prince's collar, leaving him hugging the wooden support beam of the hut in terror, and turned her attention back to the center of the clearing.
It was a complete disaster.
Cāng Yáo was circling Zhāo Yàn like a highly decorated wealthy shark.
Every time the dragon princess took a step, a symphony of expensive gold bangles, anklets, and jeweled chains chimed in the air.
"I do not understand why you are resisting, Fox Lord," Cāng Yáo purred, stepping into his personal space.
She tilted her head, her glowing golden eyes dragging shamelessly over his broad shoulders and flawless face. "Look around you. This village is a mud-pit. You are a creature of exquisite beauty. You belong on a throne of polished moonstone, not standing in the dirt with... these."
She waved a dismissive hand toward Mo Xiao, the hissing snake twins, and the growling panther cubs.
