The two retraced their steps, but before they even reached the bedchamber, Xiao Yan could no longer restrain himself.
Before Zi Yan could react, Xiao Yan had hoisted her over his shoulder.
"You rotten Xiao Yan! Don't get too carried away! We're still outside..." Zi Yan stammered, her little face instantly burning crimson.
Although this was her palace, servants still came and went.
She was now the Dragon Emperor of the Ancient Void Dragons, an immensely imposing figure in the eyes of every Ancient Void Dragon. If they saw this scene...
"What's the big deal? I can get even more carried away." The corners of Xiao Yan's mouth lifted. He raised his hand high and delivered two sharp smacks to Zi Yan's round, perky bottom.
In an instant, her flesh quivered wildly!
"Ah! Ooh! You rotten Xiao Yan! I'll fight you!" Zi Yan cried out in pain, then erupted in mortified fury.
Her delicate, fair legs kicked furiously, while her little fists flailed and pounded at him.
For a while, Zi Yan struggled like a pig awaiting slaughter for the New Year feast, thrashing so fiercely that Xiao Yan nearly failed to hold her down.
Seeing this, Xiao Yan wasted no more time. With a flicker of his figure, he arrived at Zi Yan's bedchamber.
He tossed Zi Yan onto the dragon bed and cast a ward. The two figures were already entwined, and the warmth of spring suffused the entire bedchamber...
"How strange. Surely they should have finished by now. Why haven't they come back?" Having seen no sign of Xiao Yan or the others for so long, Zhu Ling was thoroughly puzzled.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
After three days and nights of fierce battle, Xiao Yan successfully subdued the wicked dragon and felt