Sang Luo's cheeks were flushed, her eyes glistening. As he pounced, a sliver of reason returned to her. "I... I'm still pregnant."
Caesar's eyes darkened. "Whose child?"
"A Young Master from the Bian Clan. He and I... ugh!"
He gripped her hands tightly, his actions turning fierce. "Your womb can only carry my child."
Sang Luo's brow furrowed, and a thin sheen of sweat trickled down her face. A sense of unfamiliarity flashed through her mind, but it was gone in an instant as Caesar kissed her lips gently. "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you. I've missed you so much. Indulge me... alright?"
The potent aphrodisiac scent clinging to him was intoxicating, clouding her mind.
Sang Luo's eyes soon grew hazy, and she found herself unable to refuse his advances.
