Wei Anning's heart trembled. She looked up at him, "Leng Youchen, what do you mean by that?"
Leng Youchen was focused on dressing her, ignoring her question. He had prepared a delicate black dress for her, which was brought on board right after the plane landed.
Only after dressing her did he say, "Who said last time that she would only be my queen? Have you forgotten so soon?"
Wei Anning looked at his playful expression and gradually felt at ease. Ah, yes, last time she said she didn't want to be a queen; if she were to be one, she would only be his queen. He truly treated her like a queen.
However, which queen would be so oppressed that she'd end up crying and begging for mercy, and he still wouldn't let her go?
She gritted her teeth and said, "I'm hardly your queen, more like your maid."
Leng Youchen smiled slightly, not denying it, "In bed, you're a maid; off the bed, you're a queen, hmm?" After saying this, he teasingly tugged at her stiff peak.
