However, Fang Yang remained motionless, even pinning down his own hand as if intending to pull away, which completely threw the Empress into panic.
One cannot deceive the instincts of the body, nor suppress them, almost pleading in a trembling voice.
"Master... Master, please continue to treat me, I have no cure left, it's... it's too unbearable."
Her humble voice sounded as pitiful as one could be.
The Empress tilted her head back, her black hair cascading down, drenched in fragrant sweat.
In those phoenix eyes, an endless plea shimmered, nearly shattering her dignity completely, abject to the extreme.
After saying these words, she closed her eyes in pain.
It's over!
Completely over!
From now on, she would no longer be the Empress of history, the world gaining a Lust Slave, a shameless and despicable Lust Slave!
Does such an existence truly deserve to rule Tang Country?
