"What do you mean?" Ye Ming asked, puzzled.
Inoue Harusame had a pink glow on her face as she gazed at Ye Ming, her emotions in disarray.
She had intended to send a maid to call for reinforcements to besiege Ye Ming, using such a tactic only to buy time.
But to her surprise, Ye Ming did not fall for it.
An unintentional slight touch, however, set Inoue Harusame's heart racing.
She had been of high birth since childhood, and no man had ever come into close contact with her before.
Ordinary men always bowed down in her presence, let alone a man like Ye Ming who dared to lay hands on her directly.
With Ye Ming's firm grasp, her heartbeat quickened, and an unusual feeling arose, filling her with a desire to be conquered by Ye Ming.
"Mr. Ye, you can..."
Inoue Harusame hadn't finished speaking when suddenly, with a whoosh, a charm paper flew in from outside the door, heading straight for Ye Ming's face.
The charm was accompanied by a blue flame.