"I need to think about it." Phoenix pushed him away and stood up as she had her concerns.
The man did not force her. He stretched out his finger to stroke her lips and looked at her with his tempting magical eyes as his handsome face got closer toward her inch by inch, "Okay."
She just can't be bent no matter how much you try to twist.
Unmoved by persuasion or coercion, nothing could get through her mind at all.
However, it does not matter. A person as such would bring a lot more contentment once she becomes mine...
When Phoenix came out from the temple, she was carrying tons of mythical water in her arms.
Little Monk and the immortal were unaware of what had happened in the royal chamber. They were just surprised. Did the two of them actually finish discussing peacefully?
Aren't they having a cold war?
Little Monk could no longer keep up with what his Lord Phoenix had in mind.
