This was destined to be an extraordinary night.
Meng Qingxue entered the room, her body already starting to heat up, feeling a sense of emptiness—she was afraid that Lu Beiyuan would pursue the matter after, so she steeled her heart and drank something spiked.
But she drank a small dose.
Much less than Lu Beiyuan.
Yet, she hadn't expected the reaction to be so intense.
She felt a gripping emptiness growing within her, a desire to be filled that she had never experienced before.
At this moment, she understood why certain things could make some people addicted.
It truly was something that could turn a "Saintess into a lascivious woman."
Unconsciously, she pulled at her collar, revealing large areas of her pale skin.
She was nervous, excited, expectant.
With a click, the door opened.
She kept her eyes closed, not daring to open them.
Yet her body trembled.
The man's footsteps drew nearer, and Meng Qingxue gasped as a burning hot body pressed down on her.
