Daoo Cuixing moved gracefully, her charm boundless, and the contours of her figure faintly revealed beneath her gauzy garment as thin as a cicada's wings, captivating in the moonlight.
But Yinn Ding'an, waiting by the carriage, bowed his head deeply, not daring to look more, his voice respectful yet fearful: "Duchess."
"Oh, little Ding'an."
Daoo Cuixing licked her ruby lips, extending her hand to pinch Yinn Ding'an's ugly face, then touched his firm chest: "You were so small back then, and suddenly you've grown up, and I've taken quite a liking to you. So, would you like to be one of my guests?"
Such a stunning beauty's invitation would be an irresistible temptation for any man.
But Yinn Ding'an showed a terrified and uneasy expression, kneeling on the ground hurriedly saying: "I'm of humble blood, and dare not entertain such thoughts."
The woman before him was truly a tigress who devours without leaving bones!
