A night passed.
Inside a palace somewhere in the Blood Mist Forbidden Land, thunder rumbled. A scream rang out, then abruptly cut off, as though a violent storm had swept through, leaving behind endless calm.
"Pervert, scumbag, liar!"
Liu Rulan's pretty face was flushed crimson as she glared at Xia Ping in shame and anger. This bastard was a beast—he had pushed her down the moment they met, taking advantage of her unpreparedness as heavenly thunder stirred earthly fire.
And in the end, she had actually been devoured by this rogue, even losing her chastity.
Though she could not entirely blame him either. She had failed to hold firm; beneath this bastard's honeyed words, she had yielded halfway, losing the purity she had guarded for so many years and changing from a girl into a woman.
But there was nothing to be done about it. She and Xia Ping had already undergone spiritual dual cultivation, their minds joined without distinction. They were naturally close, as if they had lived together for decades.
Now that they had been apart for years, and a brief separation made reunion sweeter than a wedding, the Telepathic Resonance Technique within them had activated, *** burning. With a lone man and woman sharing a room, it was dry tinder meeting blazing fire—once ignited, there was no stopping it.
"How am I a liar?"
Xia Ping felt utterly innocent and blinked. He had always considered himself an honest man.
"How are you not a liar? You clearly said you'd only rub against it and wouldn't go in. I must have believed your nonsense—none of you men are any good." Liu Rulan spat, then viciously bit Xia Ping on the shoulder.
But this bastard's skin was as tough as cowhide. Even if she were a little dog, she