A Male Soul in a Female Body, the Consecrators Were Thoroughly Shocked

Late at night, the bedchamber was brightly lit.

Qian Sha Yu lounged sideways on Qian Renxue's soft, luxurious bed and stretched lazily.

The air in the room carried a faint lingering fragrance.

He swayed to his feet, walked over to the dressing mirror, and examined the breathtakingly beautiful body in the mirror, clad in sheer gauze.

That peerless face, paired with those wicked crimson vertical pupils, radiated a deadly allure capable of toppling nations.

Qian Sha Yu pinched the delicate, burning-hot cheek with his fingers, a profoundly mischievous grin curling across his lips.

"Little bitch, if I don't give you something brutal tonight, do you really think I'm some soft persimmon made of clay?"

Deep within the Sea of Consciousness, Qian Renxue, trapped inside the barrier, had long since become frantic.

Hearing those words, Qian Renxue started crazily smashing herself against the walls.

"Qian Sha Yu!"

"What are you going to do?"

"If you dare mess around with my body, I... I'll perish with you! Ahhh!"

Qian Renxue screamed and wailed in the Sea of Consciousness, her delicate body trembling violently with rage.

Qian Sha Yu paid no heed whatsoever to her roars in the Sea of Consciousness. He even leisurely tugged at the golden silk sash around his waist.

He clapped his hands.

Then he cleared his throat and called toward the door in Qian Renxue's heavenly voice, now carrying a roguish edge.

"Come in, all of you!"

The maids waiting outside did not dare delay.

Before long,

four young female attendants, carefully selected by Spirit Hall for their graceful figures and exceptional beauty, nervously pushed open the door and entered.

The four attendants lowered their heads and respectfully knelt on the floor.

"Greetings, Young Mistress!"

Qian Sha Yu reclined against the couch, his brows raised with a wicked