As she watched Xiao Yan gently slip Xiao Yi Xian's clothes off in the image, Hun Dai'er's pupils suddenly contracted. A man and a woman alone in a room, behaving so intimately-what would happen next went without saying. Yet Hun Dai'er still clung to a shred of hope. "He must be helping her suppress her Woeful Poison Body..."
She vaguely remembered a sealing technique that could temporarily suppress the Woeful Poison Body, and that method happened to require removing one's clothes. Perhaps Xiao Yan was using it to help the Heavenly Poison Woman?
However, when the two figures in the image became entangled, accompanied by a steady stream of sounds that made her blush to the tips of her ears, Hun Dai'er could no longer deceive herself. Her expression was utterly dark, while inwardly she roared without cease. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to come out of seclusion immediately and tear that vixen in the image into ten thousand pieces.
He was supposed to be hers... yet someone else had beaten her to him!
Jealousy nearly drove her mad, but she could only watch everything unfold before her eyes, powerless to stop it. After all, this was merely an image. There was no way she could stop them.
For once, Hun Dai'er neither cultivated nor handled any affairs that day. Instead, she stared fixedly at the figures in the image. Only when everything was over did she look at Xiao Yi Xian nestled in Xiao Yan's arms and imagine what it would have been like if she had been the one there...
That should have been her place...
After their bout of clouds and rain, Xiao Yan considerately tucked the quilt over Xiao Yi Xian. Watching her gradually drift off to sleep, he let out a soft