"Princess, give me a child, please..."
The young man gazed at her imploringly, unbridled desire burning in his eyes.
Sang Luo could feel his intense craving. Her heart hammered in her chest. She took a deep breath and smiled reassuringly. "Okay!"
The young man's eyes lit up with joy, but in the next instant, just as he lowered his guard to press closer to her, Sang Luo brought the edge of her hand down hard on the back of his neck. With a muffled grunt, his already feverish body went limp, and he collapsed, unconscious.
Sang Luo quickly wrapped an arm around the young man's waist, letting him slump against her to keep him from falling. 'Thank goodness I learned some self-defense from Lan Cang back when I had nothing better to do,' she thought, relieved. 'When my Talent Skill is unusable, crude methods are the most effective.'
She helped him onto the bed and pulled the covers over him.
His face was still flushed and scalding hot. It seemed his fever had worsened.
