Qiangu Dongfeng's Broken Defenses

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

The crisp doorbell rang like sharp Ice Spikes, abruptly piercing the suggestive atmosphere inside the villa.

Leng Yaozhu's arm, which had been wrapped around Yun Ming's waist, suddenly tightened. A layer of frost instantly clouded her ruby-like eyes. The enchanting mood she had so carefully created was now shattering with every chime of the doorbell.

"Yaozhu! I need to see you!"

Qiangu Dongfeng's urgent Soul Power transmission pierced straight through the thick door, stirring an invisible gust through the living room.

Yun Ming's hand, which had just returned to Leng Yaozhu's collarbone, froze in midair. His body beneath the black robe slowly straightened as he looked toward the entryway. "Yaozhu, it seems someone has come to see you."

Leng Yaozhu bit her lower lip, her nails nearly digging into her palm. She took a deep breath and tried to suppress the restless turmoil surging within her chest. Her silk nightgown slipped messily from her shoulder, exposing a broad expanse of skin as smooth as congealed cream.

"Yun, wait here for a moment," she said, her voice still husky with lingering desire and annoyance. Her trembling fingers tidied her nightgown again. "I'll send him away right away."

When Leng Yaozhu took out a moon-white mink coat from her Storage Soul Tool and draped it over herself, the mirror reflected her reddened eyes and slightly swollen lips. She shot the mirror a vicious glare, inwardly cursing Qiangu Dongfeng for his terrible timing.

Yun Ming's desire had clearly been on the verge of setting her ablaze just moments ago. That act of creation, so close it seemed within reach, had now been smashed to pieces by this abrupt interruption, leaving a sense of emptiness that drowned her like a rising tide.

The instant she opened the door, a biting cold wind