She was known for her heart as clear as ice, unfazed even if the sky fell, when had this demon ever stirred her heartstrings?
Indeed, a demon was a demon after all, most adept at using all kinds of strange and filthy tricks.
Even she had fallen into the hands of this demon.
The rustling sound of the wind...
The autumn wind was desolate, a breeze blew in through the windows of Ganlu Palace, influenced by this charming and romantic atmosphere, it seemed that even the wind became warm and ambiguous.
Fang Yang narrowed his eyes, his finger lightly traced a line, a gust of Sword Qi flashed by, grazing the waist of the Empress, and her high-slit silk skirt slowly unraveled.
Wafts of fragrance drifted over, and his fingers touched her skin.
In just an instant, the Empress's gaze became hazy, a faint bewilderment flitted through her beautiful eyes that she could not fully conceal.
