Different in form?
At first, Bai Yaoyue did not understand what he meant. She explained solemnly, "You may not know this, fellow Daoist, but Fang Chuge lost control involuntarily. He could do nothing about it, whereas I deliberately stirred the devil blood within me, hoping to borrow its power to deal with-"
As she spoke, she noticed Li Ping's peculiar expression. Only then did she realize what he really meant, and her words stopped abruptly.
"As I said, fortunately you came to my aid earlier. Otherwise, I could never have survived." After a moment of silence, Bai Yaoyue spoke again.
At this point, a trace of shyness appeared on her fair cheeks. Composing herself, she said earnestly, "Mine is but a frail willow's body. If you do not disdain it, fellow Daoist-I am willing to serve you."
By the time she uttered the last sentence, her voice had unconsciously dropped to a mosquito's hum.
"Serve me?"
Li Ping was currently acting under the guise of Xiong Dahai, so his words and actions naturally had to suit Xiong Dahai's character.
He grinned, his gaze roaming brazenly over Bai Yaoyue from head to toe. "Woman, surely you aren't just paying lip service? Where's the action?"
Being inspected like merchandise brought a flicker of sadness to Bai Yaoyue's heart. She sighed almost imperceptibly, then promptly unfastened her spell robe, letting the plain white robe and her undergarments fall to the floor, revealing a smooth body even fairer than the fabric.
Once she had finished, Bai Yaoyue closed her eyes, offering herself for his taking. Li Ping noticed her body tremble slightly the instant her eyes shut.
"Hahaha-I, Xiong, have no habit of forcing people into things. I'm off, I'm off!"
Bai Yaoyue had already steeled herself, but just as she thought she was