(Zhang)
The God of Lust possessed a beauty that made it hard to look away.
She was beautiful, with an intensely seductive allure. Any man standing before her would find himself entertaining thoughts he probably shouldn't.
Yet she also carried a distance that made people afraid to approach her.
It was a contradiction, like watching a fire through a thin pane of glass.
You knew it would burn if you touched it, but your gaze kept drifting back.
Of course, she showed none of that unapproachable air toward Lin Ye now.
She stepped forward until she was almost pressed against him, lowering her voice to a lazy, husky murmur.
"Handsome, it's time you repaid me~"
Lin Ye stood his ground, a perfectly measured innocence in his voice.
"How should I repay you?"
The God of Lust raised a hand and tapped the tip of his nose with one slender finger. Her fingertip was faintly cool.
"As if you don't know~"
As her words faded, pink divine power spread outward from beneath her feet.
Countless peach blossom petals formed out of thin air, layering and weaving together into a pink barrier around them.
It enclosed the entire space above the clouds, shutting out the wind, the light, and every gaze from beyond.
The God of Lust had never felt anything like it.
Wave after wave of power burst from deep within her soul, leaving even the goddess who ruled desire in pieces.
She had seen countless people driven by desire and had manipulated the desires of countless more.
But when that force turned on her, she finally discovered what it felt like to lose control.
She still lay against Lin Ye, her body pressed tightly to his. The white gauze had long since been tossed somewhere out of sight.
She