Xiao Ji raised his eyebrows, his tall and burly body leaning down to close the distance between them.

His chiseled face drew closer, offering his thin lips to Shang Changge's red lips, his magnetic, pleasant voice seductive:

"I like it very much, and I would be grateful if Your Highness would thank me several times."

Shang Changge thanked her several times and kissed her repeatedly.

Xiao Ji's smile never faded, and his affectionate gaze was particularly focused on Shang Changge, his witty remarks flowing effortlessly:

"I wish my little rascal would keep kissing me until he kisses my lips raw."

Shang Changge: ? "Don't go too far."

Xiao Ji chuckled, his large hand gripping Shang Changge's waist, his thumb and forefinger applying just the right amount of pressure to massage the acupoints on the woman's lower back.

While relieving Shang Changge's fatigue, he patiently persuaded her: "How about just being a close minister?"

Shang Changge raised an eyebrow. She could still maintain the most basic fidelity to her partner in a relationship, and her response was natural:

"good."

Xiao Ji: "You only like me, you only love me, okay?"

This question wasn't much different from the previous one, so Shang Changge, knowing he could do it, simply agreed: "Okay."

Shang Changge not only readily agreed but also pretended to be misled, which indeed revealed Xiao Ji's true purpose.

Xiao Ji: "How about we never see Jing Xiuming again?"

Shang Changge: "Okay." This time, the "okay" was even more decisive than the last.

...

Xiao Ji let out a deep, sensual laugh, and stopped massaging Shang Changge's acupoints on his lower back.

Instead, he pinched the soft flesh around Shang Changge's waist, controlling the force so well that it didn't hurt or itch for Shang Changge.

"Do you know what you just said, huh?"

Shang Changge is a highly competitive person, and also someone who won't suffer a loss.

An eye for an eye, and pinch Xiao Ji's waist... his hard muscles.

"Of course I know, I agree."

His eyebrows and eyes were raised, exuding a touch of unbridled spirit.

Shang Changge's beautiful face beamed with a bright smile as her hand traced the cold lines of Xiao Ji's hair ornament. Eye to eye, she spoke each word with resounding force:

"Xiao Ji, you are very good to me, and you are also very good to me."

"I love you and only you. Don't doubt it, don't worry, have confidence in yourself."

Xiao Ji's eyes darkened, deeply moved. He kissed the woman's graceful swan neck, his cold kiss filled with tenderness.

"Wait for me, I'll marry you."

Shang Changge: "Okay." After a deep kiss, Shang Changge couldn't wait to pull at Xiao Ji's clothes and belt.

"How about we hold our wedding night beforehand?"

Xiao Ji did not stop Shang Changge's actions, letting Shang Changge do whatever she wanted to him, but what she said was:

"No rush, I can wait."

Shang Changge scoffed, seeing through it but saying nothing: "Yes, yes, yes, I'm the one who's craving it, I'm the one who's impatient, and I'm the one who can't resist."

Xiao Ji didn't stop Shang Changge from acting recklessly, but he also didn't truly stop Shang Changge from doing anything wrong.

That's about it. Grab the singer and hold her in your broad palm. Before the little flirtatious girl gets angry, whisper a soft, gentle promise in her ear:

"Tonight, tonight I will let the princess enjoy herself to the fullest."

Shang Changge: "Is General Xiao really just making empty promises to me?"

She'd been eyeing Xiao Ji for a long time, and she hoped it would happen tonight.

People living in the apocalypse are all about living for the moment; of course, you can call them lewd, greedy, or impatient as you please.

Xiao Ji: "Definitely."

Seeing that General Xiao spoke with such conviction and certainty, Shang Changge decided to believe him for the time being.

That night, the moon was high in the sky.

Inside the extravagantly luxurious palace of the eldest princess, beneath layers upon layers of magnificent curtains...

Shang Changge was practically hanging on Xiao Ji'ao's broad body, her beautiful face, flamboyant and unrestrained, was flushed.

Tears were already welling up in her eyes, but she couldn't quite get her wish to use her soft, charming voice to grumble and curse.

"Xiao Ji, you're not a man!"

And then nothing more happened. An even stronger feeling caused Shang Changge's tears to fall uncontrollably.

Her breathing became erratic and she could no longer speak, but her appearance was extremely alluring and seductive.

"Do you like it, you little rascal?"

Finally, there was Xiao Ji's mature, masculine, sexy, magnetic, and knowingly questioning voice.

However, his words lacked their usual composure and calmness, clearly indicating that he had lost control because of the woman he loved.