She was an ancient beauty of striking features and a well-proportioned figure.
The aura she radiated was not something possessed by anyone in this world.
It wasn't a demonic aura; it was more like a celestial one.
Tears filled her eyes as she gazed at Wu Xia with a deep sense of resentment.
She had just been standing there when this man suddenly thrust into her from behind.
The intense pain, coupled with the tingling pleasure that followed the penetration, caused her head to buzz, and she found herself rooted to the spot for a moment.
"Ah!"
After a brief eye contact, a sharp scream of distraction escaped from the woman's mouth.
She raised her hand and slapped Wu Xia across the face, then, with a mighty shove, pushed him away and disappeared in a flash of light.
When Wu Xia came to his senses, he looked at the wet, red blood on his member and was utterly dumbfounded.
"What in the world was that?"
