Deep within the Sea of Spirit.
Qian Sha Yu slumped onto the throne built from white bones.
He rubbed his aching, battered cheek, recalled the thrashing he had just received, and cursed irritably under his breath.
"That woman, Qian Renxue, is a violent maniac through and through!"
A crisp system notification rang out right on cue in the empty spiritual space.
[Ding! External Incarnation damaged. Forced dissolution complete.] [External Incarnation has entered cooldown. Countdown: twenty-four hours.]
Hearing the electronic voice beside his ear, Qian Sha Yu curled his lip indifferently.
Twenty-four hours it is, then.
I already got more than my fill of taking liberties anyway.
That astonishing softness, that sweet, seductive milky fragrance, and Qian Renxue's expression as she went wild with shame and fury.
After enjoying all those liberties, taking a punch was a bargain no matter how he counted it.
Right now, the woman outside was blazing with fury, like a powder keg that could ignite at any moment.
Qian Sha Yu knew perfectly well when to quit while he was ahead.
Provoking her at a time like this would only be asking for trouble.
He simply settled into a more comfortable position on the White Bone Throne, crossed his legs, hummed an off-key tune, and quietly played the turtle with its head tucked into its shell.
Qian Renxue panted heavily, her full chest heaving.
She glanced at her disheveled clothing. Even her fair skin still retained a trace of that little brat's warmth.
Shame washed over her reason in wave after wave.
She clenched her teeth, forcing herself not to recall that absurd scene.
After changing into a clean, plain-colored nightgown, Qian Renxue dragged her exhausted body to the bed.
She lifted the brocade quilt and collapsed heavily onto it.
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