Su Yaoyao cleared her throat and announced the results. "Bai Lian gets the first night, Reg the second, and Pani the third. We'll rotate in that order from now on."
The three men glanced at one another, then nodded in agreement. It was an undeniably fair arrangement—it didn't favor any one of them and gave everyone something to look forward to.
Just then, the corners of Bai Lian's lips curled up in the confident smile of a victor.
Without a moment's hesitation, he extended his long, powerful arms and effortlessly swept the delicate Su Yaoyao up into a princess carry.
Suddenly swept off her feet, Su Yaoyao let out a small cry of surprise, her hands instinctively flying to wrap around Bai Lian's neck for balance.
At the same time, Bai Lian's unique scent flooded her senses, lingering stubbornly in the air.
"Well then, my dear Yaoyao, you're all mine tonight," Bai Lian murmured, his voice low and magnetic.
