"H-h-hold what?" Dongfang Minghui shuddered. Surely she didn't mean what Dongfang Minghui thought she meant?
Qian Wanyu gave her little time to think. She brought Dongfang Minghui's hand before her eyes and, with an almost reverent expression, began carefully tending to the red marks on her wrist.
Dongfang Minghui flinched when that soft touch brushed her wounds, but Qian Wanyu only tightened her grip.
D-did she even need to ask anymore?
The situation made it obvious: The Female Lead was aroused and needed someone to relieve her desire.
Sob, sob. So clinging to The Female Lead meant being ready to offer herself up at any moment, too. Dongfang Minghui felt utterly dejected.
Qian Wanyu lowered her head and worked her way upward, unfastening Love Entwined from Dongfang Minghui's waist and carelessly pulling away everything that got in the way. The curtains on either side of the bed slipped gently closed.
Outside, the sun shone as always. Inside, passion filled the room.
"Ah, Seventh Sister, be gentler."
"Ahh—"
Broken moans drifted out of the room. Li Jing stood outside, expressionless at first, then edged away an inch, another inch, and another.
Fortunately, this was a brothel. Once night fell, music, dancing, and revelry completely drowned out a certain person's moans.
When Qian Wanyu woke, she found someone still lying in her arms, her naked body covered in bruises, traces of tears seemingly still damp on her face.
Remembering their night of ecstasy, Qian Wanyu tightened the arm resting around her waist.
The small portion of her soul sea previously occupied by black mist had become clear again. She felt much lighter, and the violent emotions within her had dissipated with their lovemaking.
Her suppressed Spiritual Power stirred faintly. She would certainly make a breakthrough soon.
"Ninth Sister."
Seeing the bite marks