She wasn't afraid at all, nor did she resist, just looked at her indifferently.
This left him unsure how to proceed. The two stared at each other for a while before he finally couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you resisting?"
"Do you want me to resist?" She giggled before snorting coldly, "Do all you men like playing this way? The more resistance, the more arrogant? Ha, I'm not going to do as you wish. Get off me!"
She really underestimated him. With the prey right before him, how could he return it?
Cloud coiffed hair, flowery face, golden steps sway; under the warm lotus canopy, passing the spring night. The spring night is bitterly short, the sun high rises; henceforth, the king won't attend early morning court.
"Don't touch my pizza. If you dare to move it, I'll kick you to death."
He didn't intend to fight her over it; he liked to let her eat it all, but he couldn't help teasing her verbally, "You're a woman, eating so much, aren't you afraid of getting fat?"
