The faint aura of life divine power around him intertwined with his dense killing intent, forming a deadly temptation that sent her heartbeat spiraling out of control.
Ye Xuan did not answer. He merely bent down, his warm breath brushing over her lips.
Under Meng Yiran's panicked gaze, he kissed her directly.
Unlike his previous probing and frivolity, this kiss carried a trace of possessiveness, instantly igniting the flames within Meng Yiran.
Meng Yiran instinctively tried to struggle, but Ye Xuan firmly pinned her by the back.
His kiss was irresistibly forceful, swallowing all her protests and resistance.
The residual toxicity of Bloody Mary raged through her body.
Meng Yiran felt as though her entire body were burning in agony.
To her at that moment, Ye Xuan's kiss was like sweet rain in a desert.
Gradually, her struggles weakened, and her body involuntarily went limp in Ye Xuan's arms.
Crystal tears clung to her eyelashes, yet she closed her eyes and responded passively.
Meanwhile, in the room on the top floor, Tang San sat cross-legged on a stone bed, tending to his injuries.
Dark golden Asura divine power circulated through his body, repairing the meridians Ye Xuan had severely damaged, but his mind remained utterly unsettled.
The rooms downstairs had never been particularly soundproof. Coupled with his greatly increased cultivation and sharpened senses, those suggestive sounds pierced his heart like needles.
"No... impossible!" Tang San suddenly opened his eyes, which were bloodshot. The Asura divine power around him instantly spiraled out of control, shattering the stone bed beneath him.
He staggered to his feet and rushed to the corner of the room, pressing himself tightly against the cold floor. He wanted to hear what was happening downstairs clearly, yet feared hearing the sounds that would make him collapse.
He could