"Huff, huff, huff..."
In the bedroom with its high bed and warm pillows.
Lin Fan's breathing had become rapid.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he had been completely engulfed by black flames.
In his eyes, the peacefully sleeping Yang Linglong on the bed seemed like a delicacy.
That urgent desire to possess made him unable to resist stretching out his hand.
Towards her fair, jade-like neck to grasp.
"Swoosh..."
Suddenly, a beam of yellow light flew out from Yang Linglong's palm.
Enveloping her along with the entire bed within it.
Lin Fan's hand was eroded by that Demon Qi.
The pain, like being burned by fire, made him involuntarily step back a few paces.
"What am I doing!"
Amidst the severe pain, Lin Fan's consciousness suddenly became somewhat clear.
Looking at Yang Linglong on the bed.
He was startled by the terrible thought he had just had.
Since when had he become so terrifying.
And in his mind, a strange voice suddenly sounded.
