Entwined With You: The Sweet Wife Forces Her Way Into Bed

In his hand, he held a delicate, translucent wine cup. The pale blue liquid within reflected the man's wicked and enchanting countenance. "Woman, do you truly believe that with your meager skills, you could possibly kill me?" The woman tossed her dagger aside and braced her hands against the edge of his couch, a flicker of clever, ambiguous amusement flashing in her spirited eyes. "In terms of martial arts, I am naturally no match for you. However, there is a way to die that I believe you would be absolutely willing to accept—and would even obediently cooperate with!" "Hmm?" The man's gaze shifted, brimming with an overwhelming allure. Fingers as soft as spring onions lightly brushed across his cherry-red lips, carrying a subtle, teasing touch. The smile in her eyes seemed as if flowers might bloom from them. Her pink lips parted, slowly uttering a few words: "Blades and swords are too bloody; they don't suit the two of us. Why don't we play a more refined game? How about... death by total exhaustion of essence?" "Hehe—" With a low chuckle, the man had already wrapped his arm around her slender waist. His lips, carrying a faint scent of wine, slowly pressed against her delicate collarbone. "My lady truly understands me. This way of dying... I love it!"