The warm glow of the desk lamp illuminated Zhu Rong's seductive face. Her lashes were long, catching the light, while her eyes, hidden in shadow, flickered with morbid excitement and twisted thrill.
Several meters away from the armchair, a tall figure stood in the shadows beyond the lamp's reach and said in a deep voice:
"Why didn't you ask for his blood before the Ultimate Battle? Why did you let him have all the glory? If you'd controlled him before that, he wouldn't have won."
There was a trace of dissatisfaction and resentment in his tone.
Zhu Rong's lips curled up as she smiled enchantingly. "I wanted nothing more than for him to win the championship. The more outstanding he is, the more excited I get. The more breathtakingly talented he is, the more I want to dirty him, ruin him, and make him fall into the abyss of depravity, unable to pull himself out."
As she spoke, a flush rose to her cheeks, and she looked like she was in heat.
What a perverted woman. The man reached into the air and grabbed a Green Vine. It looked as though it had just been snapped from a tree, dotted with tender green leaves. Three of those leaves were as translucent as rubies.
"That's all there is. I only lashed him once, and the vine could only absorb so much blood." The man plucked off the three leaves, held them between his fingers, and walked toward the armchair, stepping into the light.
The warm desk lamp revealed his face. His features were handsome and gentle, and he had a sunny disposition—the sort of refined, friendly man women found comforting.
It was Green Pine Master.
Zhu Rong's eyes lit up. She eagerly reached for them, but Green Pine Master suddenly clenched