Her face was shy, her head covered in sweat.
A few strands of hair lay in disarray across her forehead, looking damp.
They lent her even more allure.
The Demon Venerable's muscles were too hard, making them difficult to massage. Although she was now exhausted and her hands ached terribly,
she was quite happy inside, her seductive eyes brimming with mischief and triumph.
Today, she had won again, taking another small step forward.
Not only had she expanded the area she massaged and extended the massage, but she had also used more than just her hands.
The Demon Venerable's expression made it clear that he enjoyed her service.
Although he refused to admit it, in truth, they already shared something of an unspoken understanding.
And this was a good beginning. She believed that as long as she kept trying, she would definitely win the Demon Venerable over.
Become the Demon Venerable's plaything.
Successfully replace that foolish Princess Consort.
At this thought, she could not help growing even more pleased with herself. But when she caught the faint fragrance emanating from Fang Yang,
something suddenly occurred to her.
Her gaze turned resentful, her eyes thick with jealousy.
"Demon Venerable, you gave the Princess Consort fresh flowers today, yet I've worked so hard to please you and received nothing. It's terribly unfair."
"Am I not worthy?"
Fang Yang stared at Huang Fuling, his gaze icy.
A faint murderous intent emanated from him.
This woman was taking a mile when given an inch.
Even now, he still did not know her purpose, yet she actually dared to demand a gift from him. She truly deserved punishment.
But looking at her eyes and brows, seemingly seductive yet actually stubborn, he simply could not bring himself to punish her.
Besides, he suspected that even if