Craving Pleasure: The Tyrant Holds Me in His Arms and Dotes on Me

Chu Qinghuan never imagined that, after escaping death five years ago, she would be pinned down on a chaise longue by Yao Yi on the very first day she returned.

He bites the tip of her ear, his voice so vicious it sounds as if he might devour her. "You ran off with half my military tally and your lover back then, and now you dare come to me on your own? Tell me, have you been this wanton in other men's arms all these years?"

She slaps him back. Her fingertips brush the old scar on his waist, left when he took a blade for her, and she smiles seductively. "So what if I have? Still better than some people. Back then, I lay naked in his bed, but he insisted on playing the gentleman and kicked me out. Then he hid behind the screen and kept the hairpin I dropped for five years."