Feng Yansheng seemed to sense her internal struggle.
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a persuasive purr. "Yue'er, think about it. If you reject me, in what position would I stop other Orcs from claiming you? I cannot protect another man's woman forever without a title. But if you are my wife, I can tell the world to rot."
Yue Yue looked at the baby in her arms, then at the locked doors, imagining the crowd of strange men waiting to claim her. She felt a shiver of fear.
"Fine! I agree! Let's just do it!" she said hastily, her face flushed with a mix of panic and embarrassment.
Feng Yansheng's face transformed. The smugness vanished, replaced by a look of pure, radiant happiness.
Before she could take the words back, he cupped her face and captured her lips in a deep, searing kiss. It wasn't the kiss of a cold priest; it was the kiss of a man who had finally won his greatest treasure.
