Tuliphas, in a small alley.
A figure swept down from the roof of a nearby building and landed in the deserted alley.
"Ha... ha... ha..."
Jeanne panted as she covered her face, crouching down like a shy young girl.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm~~~"
Strange noises escaped Jeanne's mouth, and her saintly, delicate face had turned completely red. Rather than shy, she seemed ashamed to the extreme.
Surely no one had ever seen the Saintess like this—not only in this era, but perhaps even when she had still been alive?
But what else could she have done?
Just moments ago, Jeanne had nearly been devoured by a man she had known for less than a few days.
The shock was simply too great for Jeanne.
After all, Jeanne had only been nineteen when she died, and she had never been treated this way by a man. Before the age of seventeen, she had been nothing more than a simple village girl. When had she ever experienced something like this?
So, perhaps her reaction was not all that strange.
A helpless voice echoed in Jeanne's heart.
"I can understand how you feel, but I was the one who was actually treated like that just now. Why not think of it that way?"
The owner of that voice was naturally Sylvia.
Rather than being comforted by Sylvia's words, Jeanne became even more embarrassed.
"I... I'm trying to think that way," Jeanne said in a low voice, her face blazing red. "But... but..."
Yet Fang Li's domineering kisses and the sensation of his palm brushing across her skin had both been deeply imprinted in Jeanne's mind and heart. It was as though she had experienced them herself, and even now, the sensations lingered without weakening in the slightest.
How could Jeanne possibly regard such an