Ye Ling was carrying on his back a woman with bewitching foreign charm, and to make matters worse, he had been damn poisoned, with his upper garment having been torn to shreds by the very culprit who poisoned him.
The contact between their delicate skin was too much for Ye Ling, a man brimming with vigor, to bear.
"Control, control, and control again! I am a gentleman, a dignified gentleman!"
Ye Ling told himself in secret, yet damn it, Saintess, where is your hand touching now?
"Be gentle, if you keep teasing me, I'm going to turn on you!"
Ye Ling gritted his teeth, finding it damn rare to act the gentleman, and here she was, forcing him to reveal his true fangs. She was really pushing him too far.
The Saintess had already lost consciousness, and Ye Ling's face turned green with anger. Such a vixen, you're close to enraging me to the fullest.
"Evil creature! I shall tame you!"
Ye Ling roared and set the Saintess down from his back, pouncing on her like a wolf.
