The red-thread handiwork was as exquisite as ever, perfectly accentuating their figures.
He had just stepped forward when he discovered another figure on the Cold Jade Bed. It was none other than Huang Fuling.
The clothes on the Princess Consort and Ye Qinghong were basically unchanged.
One wore an ornate, elaborate palace gown, looking graceful and regal, while the other remained in green, cold and sharp.
Huang Fuling's clothes, however, kept changing: black stockings one moment, white stockings the next, then fishnets, and even the Imperial Robe she had worn, torn open at the chest to offer tantalizing glimpses.
Her body was likewise covered in red threads, extending from her neck to the fingers of his statue.
It was as though he alone had signed contracts with all three.
"I knew this cheat wasn't decent."
Black lines covered Fang Yang's forehead. He increasingly felt that something was wrong with this cheat. It was a little too much like the Hehuan Sect.
Still, he could not be bothered to say more. He merely touched Huang Fuling lightly, and an affection score floated straight above her head.
One hundred!
The instant he saw that number, Fang Yang froze, utterly stunned.
He had never imagined that Huang Fuling's affection for him would be so high.
It had reached the maximum outright.
He had always worried that Huang Fuling had come to assassinate him. After all, danger lurked on every side within the Demon Cult, and his strength was so feeble that he had to be on guard.
Only now did he realize he had been wrong. Completely and utterly wrong.
Huang Fuling, this venomous woman whose charm arts had reached the pinnacle, who was rumored outside to be ruthless and vicious beyond compare.
Had actually gone for pure love with him.
An affection