She just smirked, a wicked, triumphant curl of her lips. She leaned back slightly to look at his face, her hips maintaining a slow, agonizing grind.
"Why, my dear husband? Does this bother you?" she teased, her eyes shining with mischief. "I thought you were a monk."
His jaw worked, his eyes squeezed shut for a moment. When they opened, they were blazing.
"I am not a monk," he growled, the deep sound vibrating through her core. "I am your husband." He said this even though he did not know the meaning of monk.
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that was entirely feminine and entirely predatory.
"Good. Then act like it."
Han Jue gritted his teeth but did not dare to move, letting her have her way. Soon, after rubbing him that hard, veins were almost popping around his neck.
Su Qinglan did not stop before taking full advantage of him. She immediately untied the knot that had wrapped around his sexy mermaid line, and with an evil smile, she pulled it down.
