She would never forget that, either. Even if the world hated her or turned on her, Fang and Cui would always love her, and that meant -a lot-. "Mmmhmm, though I would argue that it was only to be expected." She teased, "As my beloved servant." She ... can't even say that with a straight face, glancing away quickly to keep from laughing.

She is more composed when she glances at him again a second later, though the grin remains as her gaze sweeps over him -- and the marks she's left on him so far -- before appreciatively running her hands over his chest, leaning in with another soft kiss, nipping his lower lip gently.