Beatrice gave Louis a smile:
"Don't worry, it's not the kind of harmful magic potion. It's a royal product, still trustworthy."
Louis shook his head: "That's not the issue."
Seeing Louis staring blankly at her, Beatrice realized that this time he had come back in his robe.
She lowered her head, slowly unbuttoned her light, thin clothes, and beckoned to Louis with her finger:
"Come, tonight, let me turn you into a man."
The words carried a provocative flavor.
She was always this defiant.
Louis's gaze flowed over her slender waist, feeling the pounding heartbeat as if it could be heard clearly.
"Does it look good?"
Beatrice's eyes held a hint of softness, now she had exposed the thin garment underneath, as if a gust of wind could lift it.
Louis was close to her, able to feel their body temperatures rising slowly.
Actually, he was quite anxious.
But he didn't want to show an impatient attitude in front of his beloved woman.
