"From now on, I belong to you."
Does that sound tempting? If it were an ugly woman standing in front of him, it wouldn't be tempting at all; Fang Yi might even feel disgusted enough to slap her away as this is a common human sentiment.
But the person standing in front of Fang Yi now was not an ugly woman, but a top-tier beauty, Song Hongye, who could be called a goddess.
Song Hongye was dressed temptingly tonight, in a fitted golden evening gown adorned with ornaments, smokey eyebrows, blood-red lips, and ink-black hair, all combining into an elegant yet non-vulgar beauty.
Song Hongye's eyes seemed to speak. They gleamed with a faint charm and sensuality that, if Rong Quan were to wake up and see her like this, would probably make him totally willing to die by her hand, even if she were to stab him.
Still, Fang Yi ultimately did not make a move on Song Hongye. It wasn't that he didn't dare, but rather, he was wary.
