บท 812: War of the Century (10)

Qin Yi was somewhat stunned. When she met Yun Huan's peach blossom eyes that were stained a different color, Qin Yi felt her waist ache.

"Let's not do it today, I'm so tired!" 

Qin Yi paused, a hint of a plea hidden in her phoenix eyes.

Yun Huan smiled faintly, and his icy countenance melted while Qin Yi looked at him in awe.

"It's a punishment for your disobedience!"

A low and gentle voice came, like the voice of the devil in the deep sea, causing her to be entranced.

By the time Qin Yi came to her senses, she had been put down on the bed by Yun Huan.

She grabbed the man's ear harshly, "Yun Huan, you actually used a beauty trap on me!"

"My wife, a beautiful night is always too short. Let's hurry up!"

"Uh..."

Qin Yi only woke up the next afternoon, and when she woke up, she felt that her legs and waist were no longer her own. 

A certain man was no longer in the room.