When Yue Yang opened his eyes, he found himself inside Empress Fei Wenli's Ice and Snow Palace.
How had he come back? Why was he here?
"Don't look at me. I don't know what happened either." Empress Fei Wenli was in an exceptionally good mood. Her peerlessly exquisite body lay half-draped over Yue Yang's, and her expression carried a rare hint of playful mischief as she smiled sweetly. "I only know that your Yinglong, which had originally been in scattered pieces and who knew when it would ever be assembled, flew out. When it came back, it had turned into a living, breathing giant dragon! Of course, that isn't the change I care about most. Little fellow, you seem to have comprehended some incredible secret technique. Aren't you going to confess honestly?"
Without waiting for Yue Yang's answer, she kissed him.
Her cherry lips sealed his away.
Scorching heat.
Passion blazed like fire, burning without end.
Empress Fei Wenli had always been proactive. She would never act shy and coy like other women, pretending to refuse while welcoming him in. Such a maidenly manner was not her style.
Had it been someone else, Yue Yang might have immediately turned the tables and seized the initiative. But before Empress Fei Wenli, he rarely had such an opportunity. Whenever she kissed him, she would usually madly plunder the purest innate true qi within his body to replenish what she needed for her recovery. Every time, Yue Yang would be sucked dry by Her Majesty until he was blissfully weak, limbs limp, utterly unable to take the initiative.
This time, Yue Yang assumed it would be the same as before.
Who could have known that it would be so unexpected?
Empress Fei Wenli's jade lips held only the blazing fire of desire, no