Knock, knock!
Knock, knock!
With a gentle rapping at the door,
the door to Guan Qinghan's courtyard was quickly pushed open.
Before she could prepare herself, she saw a towering figure standing at the entrance.
His python robe fluttered, ink-black hair danced in the air.
A shadow loomed behind him, exuding a chilling aura.
Those deep-set eyes, the handsome face,
coupled with the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, were so startlingly breathtaking.
Guan Qinghan had always considered herself steadfast in mind and had never thought of herself as someone swayed by appearances.
But at this moment, upon seeing Fang Yang, upon seeing the Demon Lord, she couldn't help but shiver.
The semi-transparent silk backless dress clung tightly to her body, tracing her exquisite curves, yet in her hand she held indecent clothing, and beneath her skirt... nothing at all.
She unconsciously twisted her long, jade-like legs together.
Following that...
Hum!
