Nian Bing's face became somewhat twisted, "Miss Bing Yun, there seems to be something you've forgotten. You're a woman, I'm a man. I don't have to use death as a threat against you. I've heard that women from the Ice God Tower always deem themselves as lofty. Very well! I want to see just how lofty you can be." Amid Bing Yun's cries of alarm, he suddenly pounced on her, pressing his body against hers, grasped her pretty face fiercely, with hatred, and kissed her deeply.
Bing Yun's body shook violently, a fear she'd never felt before, even in the face of death filled her cold eyes. She struggled continuously, but how could her feeble body, not yet restored in spiritual power, contend against Nian Bing's dragon-like physique?
Bing Yun's mouth was tightly closed, and Nian Bing's heart, fueled by hatred, also grew crazed. He forced her icy lips apart with his tongue, his body emitting a fiery heat, and probed into her mouth.
