Looking at Lin Fan before her, Ao Mingyue's eyes shone brightly, as though she had made some kind of decision.
She suddenly said, "Senior, let Mingyue serve you tonight, shall I?"
The moment the words left her lips, her golden outer gown slipped away, revealing a hazy gauze dress beneath. Through it, her skin could vaguely be seen—fair as snow, smooth as jade.
Her pretty face flushed faintly, reserved yet ready to bloom. Her waist was so slender it could be encircled in one hand, while beneath the hem of her dress stretched a pair of straight, slender legs.
Though Lin Fan's Dao heart was firm, even he felt his thoughts run wild at the sight.
Before he could speak, a pair of soft, delicate hands had already wrapped around his chest like nimble serpents.
Feeling the warm softness behind him, Lin Fan quickly came to his senses and asked, "Have you thought this through?"
"To be able to serve Senior is Mingyue's honor."
"It is also the honor of the entire Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan. I only hope Senior will treat Mingyue well."
The woman parted her red lips slightly.
Lin Fan pondered for a moment, then turned and swept her soft, delicate body up around the waist.
Glowing spirit pearls lit the cave mansion. As the beauty was laid upon the soft bed, beneath the lamplight, two figures soon entwined together.
The mist outside the window thickened, carrying the faint sound of wild winds howling. Within the window, however, it was a true dragon entering the sea, accompanied by waves of rising and falling sounds.
Cultivators possessed strong bodies. It was not until daylight began to break that the cave mansion gradually fell quiet.
A pair of straight, snow-white legs curled around him like spirit serpents. Breathing in