Over the past half month, Hua Ci felt as though her entire body was about to fall apart. If this man did not leave soon, someone might actually die.
"You've gone too far!" Lu Ye lowered his head, caught between laughter and tears.
He truly had not expected Hua Ci to resort to such an off-the-board trick. She simply had no martial virtue.
Not looking would have been fine, but the moment he did, Lu Ye was startled. Hua Ci's whole body was mottled with bruises as well, and dense Corpse Qi billowed from her body. Even her eye shadow had turned much darker.
With that appearance, anyone unaware of the truth would probably think she was a member of the Corpse Race too!
She lay there with her eyes closed, utterly motionless, looking as though she had already died. Clearly, she wanted to use this to dissuade him.
Unexpectedly, seeing her distinctive appearance, Lu Ye—whose desire had already subsided—suddenly became intensely interested instead.
Such an experience... was exceedingly rare. It had to be cherished.
With a lift of his hand, the coffin lid flew back into place, blocking the gazes of the several female members of the Corpse Race.
In the dark space, Hua Ci cursed weakly, "Beast!"
A day later, Lu Ye sat fully dressed in a chair while Hua Ci stood behind him, carefully combing his hair.
Lu Ye silently gazed at the beautiful face reflected in the mirror before him. Her fair skin held an unusual flush, making her look especially dewy and lovely, and he found himself unable to endure it again.
Hua Ci sensed it and lightly tapped his head. Only then did Lu Ye behave himself.
There were no words at this moment, yet it spoke louder than words.
Once his hair