Since...
if the delicate curves of her chest were permissible, her own jade legs were naturally allowed as well.
The Empress bit her lip, adjusted Fang Yang's position slightly, and similarly, slowly lay down on the ground. Her skin, white as jade, barely touched the cold ground, making her body shudder for a moment.
Finally, taking a deep breath, she placed her beautiful legs onto Fang Yang, her head lightly touching his. That burning sensation made her tremble once again.
A gulp couldn't help but escape her throat!
Her cheeks flushed red, her whole body seemed to quiver.
This sensation was just too strange, utterly different from anything before, and it had already crossed her bottom line. Even when she previously cultivated with the Demon Lord, allowing their dragon energies to merge, she had never used such absurd methods, such wanton movements.
It was unprecedented, both in action and in mind.
