"Whew!"
Deep within the Netherworld Hall, in a huge, disheveled room, Medusa lay languidly on an extravagantly luxurious bed, draped in nothing but a sheer gauze robe that left great swaths of her snow-white skin exposed.
She wiped the stains from the corner of her mouth with her slender, jade-white fingers, then let out a long breath, exhaling a dragonlike stream of cloudy white air. She looked at Hun Changqing, who was leaning against the headboard beside her, tenderness and satisfaction flashing in her eyes.
Her expression, together with the lingering flush on her bewitchingly beautiful face, made it easy to imagine what had happened in this room earlier.
"Tell me, what happened? Why were you in such a hurry to call me back?"
Hun Changqing also exhaled a long breath. Having just emptied himself of desire, his divinely perfect face now showed neither joy nor sorrow, lending him an indescribably sacred air. He cast an indifferent glance at the alluring, enchantingly graceful Medusa, his eyes utterly unruffled, and asked calmly.
At his words, Medusa stiffened slightly, and her expression darkened. Her delicate hand shot out like lightning and seized his most vulnerable point. A cold smile curled her lips as she spoke.
"What? If I didn't need something from you, you wouldn't come back on your own? Have those little sluts out there made you so happy you've forgotten home? Tell me, how many more bitches did you get involved with in the Central Plains this time?"
Though Medusa's movements were exceedingly gentle, her hand as soft and smooth as warm mutton-fat jade, and the pleasure made Hun Changqing's eyes narrow slightly, the bone-piercing chill in her voice left him in no mood to savor the wonderful sensation.
"I spent this trip to the Central Plains doing everything I