In the chaos, Li Chen could only feel a fragile and tender body in his embrace, as well as an extreme sensation.
"You... be gentle."
Lin Xiaoxiao didn't know her own feelings at that moment. It was as if a jar of mixed emotions had been knocked over, her exquisite face completely flushed. Her instant charm was enough to overshadow any beauty. As her clothes slipped off, her stunning skin was like jade.
Although Lin Xiaoxiao typically acted carefree and never seemed to grow up, those genuine emotions were always hidden deep within her heart.
Lin Xiaoxiao's thoughts were simple. She didn't want the man in front of her to suffer, not even a bit.
She reached out to hug Li Chen's shoulders, while Li Chen's body was covered in wounds. Even though Li Chen was a Dao Saint, some wounds might remain on him forever.
Lin Xiaoxiao gently touched those wounds, her expression softened.
