The python's body rapidly swelled and stretched, its scales receding and giving way to smooth, fair skin.
When the light faded, the little seven-colored python was no longer at Lu Heng's feet.
A soft, delicate body was leaning against his chest.
Since the little python had been curled up at his feet before, when Medusa transformed into human form, she naturally fell into the cross-legged Lu Heng's embrace.
Her long dark hair spilled across his legs and arms, carrying a faint, exotic fragrance.
Most fatal of all, she was not wearing anything.
When the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python took human form, it naturally did not come with clothing.
Lu Heng lowered his head.
There was no brocade robe or anything else. The dress that had been burned away during her evolution months ago could not possibly grow back out of thin air.
All he could see was vast stretches of snowy-white skin, her exquisite curves enough to make his scalp tingle.
That faint spectacle made Lu Heng's Adam's apple bob. He forced himself to lift his gaze and stare at the stone chamber's ceiling. Then he failed to resist and lowered his head for another look.
Damn it, that was some serious wickedness!
Medusa had always possessed devastatingly seductive beauty. Now that she had just awakened from sleep, her brows and eyes carried a touch of languid laziness. Her long dark hair lay scattered in disarray, making that face even more breathtaking.
Below her collarbone, Lu Heng's mouth went a little dry.
Just as his mouth dried up and his mind briefly crashed, a slightly hoarse voice came from his arms.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Very much," Lu Heng blurted out instinctively.
The moment he said it, he realized what had happened.
Looking down, he found that Medusa's