"Dao Qiongchang?"
Before the ice table, Moon Palace Slave still sat upright, though a trace of astonishment inevitably welled up in her eyes.
But she seemed to recall something, and quickly accepted the reality of Dao Qiongchang appearing in Cold Prison dressed as a woman—this was perfectly normal.
Yue Gonghui could not accept it! The pain of a sword through his throat could not suppress the terror surging up from his heart. "Dai'er..."
"Dao Qiongchang..."
How could these possibly be the same person?
How could they be one and the same person?!
Then what this old man had done to him just now... Yue Gonghui's mind nearly stopped working.
The man opposite him was walking over, one unhurried step at a time.
Looking only at his face, he was incomparably handsome and proper, with a face like polished jade and eyes like bright stars—the very image of a refined gentleman.
But if one's gaze moved downward...
In truth, even without looking down, it was impossible to ignore that high, full bosom and that slender, supple waist one could encircle with a single hand.
He had merely torn off his face.
His dress had not come off! His fragrant shoulders were still white as snow, his beauty a feast for the eyes.
Those two long, rounded, exposed legs were even more taut and springy, radiating a fatal allure for Yue Gonghui.
"No, impossible..."
His thoughts were in utter chaos. All that remained was one thought looping over and over, along with the imagined beautiful body of Miss Dai'er, edible if her head were removed.
Yue Gonghui did not even think to resist. This Dao Dai'er had already arrived before him, bent down with a waft of fragrance, and placed a collar around his neck.
"What is this?!"
The icy sensation jolted