The night was rippling, alive with the breath of spring.
At this moment, within this painting boat, Wen Chanyi bit her vermilion lip, her heart incessantly fantasizing about the myriad scenes entangled with the Demon Lord.
She was helplessly drawn to the Demon Lord's irresistible charm, which had reached a level beyond any resistance.
Even though she had previously been a devoted consort to the Demon Master, when she truly felt the Demon Lord's broad palms and the unforgettable, myriad ways he humiliated her—
She still couldn't help but fall into the depths of hell, utterly unable to extricate herself.
Especially just now, with the Demon Master before her, her heart incessantly echoed with visions of the Demon Lord embracing her amid a blood rain.
Despite feeling panicked, guilty, and frightened that the Demon Master would notice, the thrill was incomparable, making her still tremble slightly even now.
And even a bit damp...
