Sang Luo watched the man's austere, self-disciplined expression and couldn't help but swallow, her mind wandering slightly.
His aloof, divine beauty only stirred up a primal urge to drag him down from his pedestal and defile him.
Sang Luo reached out to touch the man's chest. Pressing her lips to his ear, she purred in a deliberately sweet, coquettish voice, "Your Highness, let's not waste time in this boring place. Come back to my chambers and rest with me. I've learned a few new tricks I'd love to try out with you~~"
'The ministers should be denouncing me as a femme fatale for bewitching their Monarch! They should be demanding that my title as Holy Consort be revoked!'
Sang Luo waited in eager anticipation.
But there wasn't so much as a peep from the ministers below.
'Huh? Was my voice too soft?'
Minos's hand came to rest on the small of her back. His voice was a low rumble. "I'm busy right now. We'll talk when I get back."
