The two returned to the cabin. Hu Liena lay weakly in Long Jie's arms, a faint smile lingering on her face.
Was she happy? Or conflicted?
Unlike her, Long Jie was suffering greatly. His body had already been full of restless urges, and now Hu Liena was tempting him like this. How was he supposed to endure it?
"Phew!"
Long Jie took a deep breath, looked Hu Liena directly in the eyes, and said word by word, "Senior Sister, can you wash yourself?"
"I don't have the strength!" Hu Liena said, her face slightly flushed.
Did she truly have no strength?
Probably. But perhaps she simply did not want to have any.
Long Jie was utterly helpless. His brows furrowed, relaxed, then furrowed again as he struggled inwardly.
Finally, he could not hold back any longer. He said to Hu Liena, "No, you have to wash yourself!"
"Why?" Hu Liena looked at Long Jie with feigned innocence.
Long Jie felt both angry and helpless, so he could only answer honestly. "Yesterday, I already failed to restrain myself. What if I'm even more impulsive today... Senior Sister, I can't wrong you!"
With that, Long Jie stood up and went outside. Right now, he desperately needed to calm down.
Watching Long Jie's departing figure, Hu Liena could not help but smile. It was as captivating as a blooming flower, enough to make anyone's heart race.
She crossed her arms over her chest and gazed blissfully at the closed door, murmuring, "Thank you, Junior Brother!"
Slaughter City, a dark and spacious room.
There stood an exceptionally enormous chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals. Those crystals formed the shape of a drum tower. Aside from this chair, everything here was dark red.
"Asura King has won another match." A cold female voice