"Husband, I'm hungry. Shall we go to dinner?" The voice is soft and not pretentious, whispering in the ear of Prince Mu, the breath brushes the skin, making his body a little stiff for a few seconds, and then the lips and corners evoke an intoxicating smile.

Ouyang Reich knew that he had lost face when his staff rejected his orders. It was natural that he was angry, so she ignored the haze on his face and whispered in his ear with tiptoes. She knew that this guy had been entangled with the issue of address, but she had been ignoring it because she wanted to use it at such...