After having the Fusang Wood taken away, the dragon girl had quickly become akin to a maddened demon. Her body was hot, her blood was boiling, and her jade-like arms held Fang Xing so tightly against her he wasn't even able to form any hand seals. With her using her raw unrestrained power and with the two of them being so close, Fang Xing didn't have any ability to fight back and became as rigid as dried wood.
The dragon girl's movements were jerky but strong as she pressed into the kiss. Fang Xing wasn't even able to breathe under such intensity; all he could do was was loudly shout and use all of his might to push half an inch away from her body while cursing, "Dammit, stop it! If you keep doing this, I'll seriously become angr—"
