In the Demon Lord's chamber, chills came in gusts.
The dim lights flickered, casting an eerie glow on Guan Qinghan, her silver hair dancing as she gently bit her lip.
Her pale eyes were filled with obedience and desire.
Fang Yang sat upon his throne, beholding the pristine, jade-like skin and the majestic, erect curve, along with the graceful arc sliding down from the waistline.
For a moment, his blood ran hot.
The black python robe billowed about him uncontrollably, his head swelling with energy, as the Demon Body had long since activated, ready to burst forth with billowing Evil Qi at any second.
Good girls are to be treasured, bad girls not to be wasted.
Suddenly, Fang Yang recalled a phrase he had seen in his previous life and found quite reasonable; put simply, it was.
Do not let go of a stunning woman.
So, he slowly stood up and walked toward Guan Qinghan, towering over her, gazing intensely at the exceptionally beautiful woman.
