Yang Chen thought to himself that Wang Yueru's powers of seduction were truly extraordinary. He coughed twice, then said, "Miss Wang, do I look like that sort of man? Don't worry, I absolutely won't lay a hand on you. Come on."
As he spoke, Yang Chen placed his large hand on Wang Yueru's fragrant shoulder, wrapped an arm around her, and led her straight into the room.
Once inside, Wang Yueru immediately became far more unrestrained. Her bonelessly soft body brushed against Yang Chen's from time to time. The moment Yang Chen sat down, she seemed ready to throw herself into his arms.
Seeing Wang Yueru take such initiative, Yang Chen could not help frowning. Did this woman really think she had bewitched him?
That made sense, though. Had it been anyone else with even slightly weaker resolve and no guard up, a little contact with her just now would have been enough for her to control their mind.
Even Heavenly Martial Realm experts like Elder Lin had already fallen. How could other Earth Martial Realm cultivators possibly guard against her so easily?
"The Forbidden Demon Clan truly has formidable methods. They corrode people's minds and control their souls. If this is not taken seriously, the human race will sooner or later be the ones to suffer," Yang Chen sighed inwardly.
Unfortunately for Wang Yueru, he had been on guard from the start, so he had not fallen for her tricks at all.
Although Wang Yueru was beautiful, she was not so beautiful that he would become utterly intoxicated by her.
The root of it was that he had seen Zhang Xuelian before. After seeing that woman even once, he doubted he could ever feel such drunken obsession toward any other woman.
Still, though he remained vigilant, he did not