CCXI. Harem

Mo Yutong rested one arm on top of the other hand, damn it, she'd let something slip, how did she become so unrestrained?

It was probably the subconscious taking over as her long-taut nerves relaxed.

But after all, the woman was straight, still married, with insurmountable, sorrowful barriers that must not be breached.

Wait a second!

Liszt said he was going to get a divorce, this guy, he's truly detestable, completely clueless, hurry up and get out of this relationship!

"You're getting more and more arrogant, aren't you?"

Dreya set the Red Crystal aside, paid no heed to the divorce alimony, elegantly flicked her robe, and sat down in the chair, crossing her leg over the other. The rustle of silk as she caressed her leg, along with her long, straight, creamy-white legs and the smooth, sculpted contours of her bare ankles.

Liszt was accustomed to this, while Mo Yutong waited restlessly for her to come put out the fire of immorality.