Shen Wan snapped her eyes open. What heavenly palaces and immortal towers, fragrant jade chambers, winding balustrades, and cloud bridges all shattered silently like a bubble, finally turning into nothingness. She was still leaning back in the tall chair in the room, having actually fallen into a fleeting dream. At this moment, her clothes were soaked through with sweat, and her locks of hair were also dampened, looking thoroughly disheveled.
What was even worse was that her private parts were right at the tail end of the final wave of aftershocks, clearly feeling flower juices flowing down in a gush. Her mind went completely blank in a flash, and controlled even more by instinct, her slender hands tightly gripped the chair armrests, her entire body trembling.
Right at this fatal moment, the stone door outside opened with a rumble, and someone entered unannounced.
Shen Wan gave a violent start, stiffening her neck and struggling to turn her head back, only to see that it was the disheveled-haired, dao-robed Gui Yan. For some reason, her heart felt a sudden sense of relief, followed only then by the shame and indignation a woman ought to feel. Two completely contrasting emotions clashed, which was virtually equivalent to being heavily stirred once more. She parted her lips silently, and her bodily fluids were strangely full to bursting, almost overflowing, while her body, driven by irresistible instinct, violently spasmed and welcomed an even harder-to-suppress tidal wave of lust.
At this very moment, Gui Yan's icy-cold, ghastly green gaze shone down.
Shen Wan was suddenly startled. Affected by this, her mind abruptly washed away all murkiness, yet her body remained trapped in the turbid lust of mortal instincts, struggling and unable to rise.
Yet Shen Wan, whose mind had already begun to flow with clear thoughts,