Inside the Flying Craft, the atmosphere was so picturesque and ambiguous.
The Demon Empress lay in Fang Yang's arms, her face flushed with color, a layer upon layer of rosy bloom painting her already stunning cheeks, drenched in fragrant sweat. Delicate beads of perspiration settled on her collarbone, making the pale bone seem even more graceful and alluring.
It further revealed her charm.
"Demon Lord, hurry..."
Her faint words, still trembling, were so picturesque, so ambiguous.
Within this Flying Craft, Qiu Yuan Dai's words were like those of a cat in heat, lasciviously enchanting, so much so that even Fang Yang couldn't help but shudder and look at her with a teasing smile, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
She had completely succumbed!
How proud had the Demon Empress been before? According to Wen Chanyi, she was the most noble existence in the Mountain and Sea Forbidden Area, before whom countless people had to bow and kneel, daring not to show any disrespect.
