Curse Of Loulan: The Tyrant Bestows Favor On Me

as a scary tyrant that sucks people’s blood to live on, he has eyes only for her. in the palace, he lies on the bed, almost bare-chested, saying “honey, i’m starving.” “honey?” the girl frowns, murmuring to herself, “he doesn’t feel awkward at all to call me like that”. lifting the skirt’s hemline a little, bit and leaning towards his neck, she says, “it happens that i’m starving, too.” he turns over to let her lie on the bed, with his blood-red eyes darkening and a hint of hoarseness in his low-pitched voice. on a dark and windy night, it’s the right time for them to “enjoy themselves”.