Youyou's words were so soft, so alluring, filled with endless hints of spring.
The Demon Empress had a stern face, expressionless, yet her lips were tightly bitten, and her cheeks were layered with blush.
She could clearly feel Wen Chanyi's tempting words echoing beside her ear, including the Demon Lord's hand, which was still drifting downwards.
Closer and bolder.
Her figure was trembling continuously, with strands of fragrant sweat at her temples, and the strange feeling in her heart grew thicker, purer.
This provocative and bold move had pushed her to the brink, a tremendous sense of humiliation made her take a deep breath, just as she was about to explode.
But then she realized the hand moved away gently, seemingly no longer seeking to explore deeper.
