"So beautiful."
While saying so, Han Li reached out his hand.
The Devil Princess, Yun Miaoyi, slapped away his large hand and coldly said, "Speak if you want, but keep your hands to yourself."
Han Li laughed, but his hand did not stop, continuing to wander.
Yun Miaoyi really was interesting—he changed very quickly and naturally. She could be soft or firm, yielding or unyielding, but she never gives you a hint whether she can accept or reject.
If she could also do that, she would indeed be a little treasure.
Han Li adored his beautiful wives and concubines. If they could please him, he would cherish them immensely.
Han Li once again pulled her into his embrace and nibbled on her beautiful face several times before biting her earlobe and whispering,
"Yunyun, rest assured, whatever Jiang Jiang has, you won't be shorted a single dime."