With a ripping sound, a hole tore open in the stockings.
Then she bent down, her fingers seemingly catching the Silver Chain by accident, and tugged gently.
The High-Slit Skirt opened straightaway.
Her delicate, snow-white knees rested on the icy floor as she lifted Fang Yang's Black Robe, intending to slip beneath it and give him a massage.
Such a seductive pose was truly more than most people could withstand, and Fang Yang was no exception.
His expression stern, he drew a shallow breath. His heart grew unbearably savage, and he wanted only to seize this enchantress by her silky hair.
But soon, an inadvertent glance caught Huang Fuling's pale cheeks and the hint of pain in her eyes.
His muddled mind instantly cleared.
His gaze grew deep and cold. He hauled Huang Fuling out, then roughly hooked an arm beneath her knees, swept her up, and tossed her straight onto the bed.
His broad hand also seized the silver chain.
Her hair disheveled, Huang Fuling lay on the bed, feeling his rough movements.
She was both apprehensive and expectant.
Expectant because she had waited so long for this day.
Apprehensive because...
Unfortunately, her body was in an uncomfortable state today, and she feared she would be unable to endure it.
Otherwise, she would not have asked Yuan Heng to summon the Demon Venerable here.
After all, although the Shadow Moon Sacred Body was incomparably wondrous, it backlashed during these few days every month.
It left her without even the strength to move.
Moreover, cultivators considered such things taboo. Once the Demon Venerable discovered it, he might become displeased.
He might even think she was bringing him bad luck.
When that happened, he would surely be utterly disappointed in her, and might even come to loathe her.
And yet...
She