"Wifey~"
He held her, squeezing her tightly, and put her into the sports car, forcing her to face him.
Her big eyes were watery.
Her gaze was full of accusation.
Sorceress.
A real-life sorceress.
Is she sent by heaven to torment him? Never mind, this prince is willing, willing to be tortured by this little sorceress.
Willing to be tormented however she likes.
His breath became heated, the extremely alluring scent of his magnetic hormones poured over her face, warm and hot.
Eva Nightingale's jaw hurt from being pinched.
She looked at him.
Discovered that his whole body exuded a roguish, scoundrel vibe, even his smile was so wickedly enchanting and cool.
Yet, oddly enough, his entire being radiated an innate aura of nobility.
"Kiss me."
He commanded her.
She blinked, why should she? He commands a kiss, so she should kiss? Is he going to torment her again?
If she doesn't listen, is he going to forcibly tear off her clothes again?
Sure enough.
