The woman leaned over, took his face in her hands, and exchanged a passionate, fiery kiss.
She panted in his ear: "Lord Ailande, Marquis Bos invited me to attend his birthday party tomorrow night. What do you think, should I go or not?"
Ailande instantly became furious and turned her over to pinch her little face: "Don't go!"
Xi He smiled sweetly, her voice as charming as a silver bell: "But I still have to get married. Marquis Bos is tall and mighty, handsome, and has been pursuing me for so long. I think he is a good...ah!"
Ireland was so angry that he simply stopped her from talking.
Xihe hit his shoulder: "I, I'm going to die!"
Ailande said viciously: "Say it again, who is the better one?" She was so bold to mention other men in his bed!
Xihe clung to his shoulders, her voice broken: "If it's not Marquis Bos, then who is it? Could it be you, my lord?" A huge pleasure rose from her body, she whimpered and bit his shoulder.
Ailand forced her to look at him: "Speak!"
Xihe was powerless, staring at him, her eyes flickering with seductiveness: "My lord, you are so high and mighty. I am just your servant, how can I be worthy of you?"
She was very unreasonable with her words, but her jade-like legs wrapped around the man like a snake.
Ailande was both angry and amused, patting her face and saying, "Can't you say something I like to hear?" Before Xihe could start scolding him, he begged for mercy in a low voice, "Just consider it my fault and don't be angry, okay?"
Xihe rolled his eyes and said, "Just consider it that." He really knows how to apologize.
The vampire lord, who is high and mighty and used to being admired by others, refuses to bow his head.
Seeing that Xihe was not giving in, there was nothing I could do but do something else so that she would no longer have the time to worry about these details.
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The old butler stood by the door, looking at the lush vineyard outside the manor.
The servant looked at the food that had once again cooled down and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Butler, should we heat it up again or make a new one?"
The old housekeeper looked at the magnificent sunset in the sky. It was already the afternoon of the next day. "Let's do it later."
In the room, Xihe finally woke up. She opened her eyes and met a pair of eyes as dazzling as rubies. She leaned forward and kissed him: "Good morning, Mr. Ireland."
Ireland's eyes were deep: "Good morning, Mrs. Frigga."
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