Entwined with You: The Pampered Wife Dominates the Bed

In his hand, he held a translucent, delicate wine cup. The pale blue liquid within reflected the man's wicked and enchanting countenance. "Woman, do you truly think you can kill me with just that little bit of skill of yours?" The woman tossed her dagger aside and propped both hands on the edge of his couch. A flash of clever, ambiguous amusement flickered in her spirited eyes. "In terms of martial arts, I am naturally no match for you. However, there is one way to die that I believe you would be absolutely willing to accept—and even cooperate with obediently!" "Hmm?" The man's eyes shifted, brimming with boundless charm! Fingers as soft as green onions lightly brushed against his cherry-red lips, carrying a teasing sensation that was almost imperceptible. His eyes seemed capable of blooming flowers as he smiled. His pink lips parted, slowly uttering a few words: "Swords and blades are too bloody; they aren't suitable for the two of us. How about we play something a bit more elegant? What do you think of... dying from exhaustion?" "Hehe—" With a low chuckle, the man had already pulled her slender waist toward him. His lips, carrying the faint scent of wine, slowly pressed against her delicate collarbone. "My lady truly understands me. That way of dying... I like it!"