Spirit Kite Douluo's Shame

Not long after.

Ye Qiu arrived at the residence Soul Hall had arranged for Spirit Kite Douluo.

Standing at the door,

Ye Qiu actually felt somewhat hesitant and awkward. What had happened in the secret chamber that day, when Spirit Kite had pinned him beneath her, was practically the enemy of his lifetime.

Creak!

Unlike Ye Qiu's embarrassment,

Spirit Kite was quite pleased to see Ye Qiu. While still inside the room, she had already caught the natural fragrance on him, carrying a sense of purity untouched by mud.

The door opened.

Spirit Kite Douluo's dazzling eyes narrowed slightly.

Her expression was cold and aloof, devastatingly beautiful. Her full lips pursed slightly, curling into a faint smile.

Her graceful figure was tightly wrapped in black leather armor.

Her slender waist could be grasped in one hand, supporting ample breasts above and peach-like hips below, her curves outlined to perfection.

Her fluffy, slightly curled side-parted short hair added a great deal of capable, heroic charm.

She appraised Ye Qiu with a soft chuckle.

Spirit Kite Douluo could not help thinking of the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul that had appeared from Ye Qiu's mouth.

Her face flushed, her mouth watered, and she felt slightly intoxicated.

She greeted Ye Qiu softly.

"Hall Master Ye, it has been a long time."

"Heh, it has indeed been a long time."

Ye Qiu stared at the Title Douluo before him, her lovely face flushed and carrying a touch of mature feminine charm. He had a slight headache as he watched Spirit Kite Douluo press herself right up against him. Looking up at the sky, he said awkwardly, "Could we go inside before we talk?"

"Go inside?"

Standing before Ye Qiu, Spirit Kite Douluo lightly poked his chest with her index finger and slowly slid it