Qiangu Dongfeng's Shattered Defenses

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

The crisp doorbell rang out like sharp ice picks, suddenly piercing the intimate atmosphere inside the villa.

Leng Yaozhu's arm, which had been wrapped around Yun Ming's waist, abruptly tightened. A layer of frost instantly clouded her ruby-like eyes. The alluring mood she had so carefully created shattered with every ring of the doorbell.

"Yaozhu! I need to talk to you!"

Qiangu Dongfeng's urgent soul power transmission, wrapped in his powerful voice, pierced straight through the thick door and stirred an invisible gust through the living room.

Yun Ming's hand, which had just returned to Leng Yaozhu's collarbone, froze in midair. The figure beneath his black robe slowly straightened as he looked toward the entrance. "Yaozhu, it seems someone has come looking for you."

Leng Yaozhu bit her lower lip, her nails nearly digging into her palm. She took a deep breath and tried to suppress the restless turmoil in her chest. Her silk nightgown slipped messily from her shoulder with the movement, revealing a broad expanse of creamy skin.

"Yun, wait here for a moment," she said, her voice still hoarse with lingering desire and annoyance. Her trembling fingertips hurriedly adjusted her nightgown. "I'll send him away right now."

When Leng Yaozhu took out a moon-white mink coat from her Storage Soul Tool and draped it over herself, the mirror reflected the redness at the corners of her eyes and her slightly swollen lips. She glared fiercely at her reflection, inwardly cursing Qiangu Dongfeng for his dreadful timing.

Just moments ago, the desire in Yun Ming's eyes had nearly set her ablaze. That "act of creation," so close at hand, had seemed within reach, only to be shattered by this sudden interruption. A sense of emptiness engulfed her like a rising tide.

The moment she opened the