Huo Yuhao: Get Lost, You Bitch!

Wang Dong'er clutched the hem of her dress, her breathing growing increasingly rapid.

She simply could not understand what had happened to her last night. At first, she had only wanted to save Huo Yuhao. She had felt nothing but disgust and hatred toward Long Wushang, yet later on, it was as though she had completely lost her ability to judge.

Whenever she recalled those things, shame and revulsion surged through her heart at the same time.

Yet close on the heels of those feelings, whenever she thought of it, her body would heat up uncontrollably, and she would even feel a complicated mixture of fear and desire.

Those two utterly contradictory reactions tangled together in her mind, nearly tearing her sanity apart.

Wang Dong'er hurriedly bit the tip of her tongue. The sharp pain barely allowed her to calm down.

Right, Huo Yuhao!

She suddenly turned her head and looked toward the metal bed in the center of the secret chamber.

Huo Yuhao was still lying there quietly, his eyes tightly shut, showing no signs of waking.

His chest still rose and fell faintly, while all the Original Sin Power that had once wrapped around his body had vanished.

Wang Dong'er stared at him for a long time. Only after confirming that Huo Yuhao had not awakened did she slowly release her grip on her skirt, letting out a relieved breath in her heart. As long as Huo Yuhao did not know.

She lowered her head, and her disheveled pink-blue hair concealed her face.

After a while, she braced herself against the edge of the sofa and stood up. Dragging her still-aching legs, she put on her clothes and slowly made her way to the metal bed.

Huo Yuhao's face was pale, but his breathing had stabilized. Wang Dong'er