Black clouds hung heavy over the Great Chan'guang Temple. At the pinnacle of the Pagoda, two figures were entwined in a kiss.
Heavenly Demon Baozhu's six arms were like steel cables, clasping Wei Xun tightly from above, but he refused to breathe, clenching his teeth and pushing her away. After forcing a kiss on him for a while, she felt the wetness on his face. She withdrew her tongue, licked his icy lips, and asked softly:
"Are you crying? Because your first time wasn't as wonderful as you imagined?"
"Where is she?"
Trapped in this topsy-turvy bewilderment, Wei Xun's mind was in turmoil. He had no memory of falling asleep, so how could he be seeing such an indescribable hallucination? Was this a nightmare, a demonic affliction? Where was the real Baozhu? What had happened to her? Had she encountered something equally bizarre and inconceivable? Was she trapped somewhere, struggling desperately but unable to escape?
"I am her, and she is me."
Heavenly Demon Baozhu's voice was low, soft, and tender. She murmured, "I am the truest desire you have suppressed deep within your heart. Haven't you always wished Baozhu would take the initiative and touch you? That is why I descended in this form. Now all you need to do is stop resisting and enjoy yourself. I'll be gentle with you. After all, this is only a dream. Whether it's a sweet dream or a nightmare is up to you." As she spoke, the supple arms wrapped around him slipped into his blue robe like nimble snakes.
He shuddered all over and told the Heart Demon in his heart, "This isn't right."
"This isn't right." He clenched his fists and repeated it to himself.
Though exhausted and utterly bewildered, Wei Xun still resolved to resist. Using every ounce of