"My fated one, what troubles you?"
Of course, I'm troubled over how to deal with you—but Chen Fan did not say that to the girl. "I'm thinking about how I can help you."
"I remember nothing, but fate guided me here, and then I met you, my lord. That cannot be wrong. But I do not know how to calm my heart." As she spoke, the girl slowly leaned closer to Chen Fan, her face flushing. She looked especially alluring like this, and Chen Fan's heartbeat could not help but quicken.
Chen Fan had seen such a look many times before. It was the look in his girls' eyes when they desired him. He considered his self-control fairly strong, but before this, he truly had no way to refuse.
Chen Fan's lips met the girl's. Her body trembled slightly, then she swiftly moved closer and kissed him passionately. Their tongues entwined, and at that moment, the confusion in her eyes gained a trace of clarity. As her gaze cleared, powerful spell power appeared around her body.
Chen Fan sensed it too. The sensation was familiar—it was a Disobedient God. Yet the girl wrapped her arms around Chen Fan's head and kissed him even more fervently, sending a complex spell into his body.
Her tongue stirred within Chen Fan's mouth, and the pleasant sensation made him reluctant to push her away. He wanted to see what this girl intended to do.
After a while, the two separated, a glistening thread of saliva still connecting their tongues.
The girl looked at Chen Fan with a smile. "You do not seem surprised."
"There is nothing to be surprised about. You are merely a Disobedient God. I have seen no idea how many."
"Are you not afraid that I might have done something to