"When I tell you to stop, you absolutely must stop. Don't get carried away..."
Zhao Ci's head was spinning as he gripped Gu Xiangzhu's sash. He had no idea why she was being so forward.
By the moonlight spilling into the room.
He looked at Gu Xiangzhu. Her face was as radiant and captivating as ever, without a single flaw.
But now, it held a trace of a seductive allure she'd never shown before.
In his daze, her image began to overlap with the one from the Joyful Dream.
"But..."
Zhao Ci swallowed hard. "Won't this affect your Cultivating Demonic Skill?"
Gu Xiangzhu rolled her eyes at him. "As long as you don't get carried away, it won't affect my state of mind. Of course, if you don't want to, then I'll leave… Ah!"
She let out a soft cry as her sash was pulled undone.
Her robes parted, and with Zhao Ci guiding her, she fell gently back onto the bed.
Although they had been this intimate before, she had never felt so flustered.
