"Woman, isn't it?"
He carried an innate nobility, and even when uttering such words, he was still surrounded by an aura of dominance—cold, arrogant, and invincible.
"Yes..." Eva Nightingale felt a bit powerless, "Yes, yes, yes! You are the Boss, you are always right! Is that good enough now?"
"Hmm, sensible." He praised her, "It's good that you know how to be sensible!"
His deep eyes were locked on her.
A pair of lively, large peach blossom eyes, so clear, with a small face the size of a palm, skin like creamy jade.
"Are you a Demon Caos?" She looked at him, "Even the real Dark Lord doesn't measure up to you... domineering and arrogant!"
"Hmm." He didn't refute, his voice teasingly making the bones tingle, "So, I am the Dark Lord, how about you... be my little Princess?!"
Eva: "..."
How can one eat properly with this going on!
Is he trying to flirt her to death!
