"...What the hell do I even do with you?" he muttered, staring at Nalan Yufei.
Enslave her?
Keep her as pet?
Use her tears to refine pills?
There were options.
But her pathetic little whisper interrupted them.
"I-I don't know…" she said, head bowed, voice shaking. "You… You should ask my mother…"
Oh.
Of course.
The classic dodge: "I don't know shit, but my OP parent does."
Su Xiaobai sighed, rolled his eyes, and then did what any self-respecting villain with blue balls would do—
He grabbed her tit.
Not gently.
Not roughly.
Just purposefully.
His palm sank into her soft chest like it was a divine marshmallow blessed by the Dao of Squish.
Warmth.
Weight.
Wobble.
The white silk between them barely counted as clothing—it was silk, sure, but it was no match for his determined fingers.
"!!" Nalan Yufei gasped, her face turning red like a sunset peach caught in heatstroke.
She didn't resist.
She didn't even twitch.
