She bowed her head again, steadied his face, and looked into his eyes.
"Either way, it's death, so I might as well just devour the General now. On the Netherworld Path, at least I'll be a ghost that died full... "
Breath close enough to touch.
Behind the veil of her long hair, her face appeared exceptionally delicate, eyes innocent yet bewitchingly bright like those of a demoness, a face pure yet filled with desire, perfectly mingling her conflicting urges of conquest and timidity, essentially looking like someone who wants to bite yet hesitates...
And then she went to bite him.
"Hiss..." Pei Jue gasped softly.
It was pain, but also an unbearable moan, faintly audible.
As he endured Feng Yun's nearly brutal "ravaging" and her bizarre antics, the meridians on the back of his hand swelled up in anger. An illusion as if he was truly about to be devoured by this little demoness sent hot blood crazily rushing to his head, and he could no longer hold back...
