Immense humiliation filled the depths of his heart.
Watching Huang Fuling kneel humbly on the ground,
Yuan Heng was overcome with grief and indignation.
It hurt! It hurt so much!
The pain pierced the crown of his head!
This was his goddess, so cold and proud before him.
Now she was actually kneeling before this demon, all but eager to lick his filthy feet.
What humiliation was this?
And all of this was merely because of the Shadow Moon Convent's orders. Fuling had been left with no choice but to endure the demon's immense... torment!
Yet he could only stand helplessly by and watch it all happen.
Watch Fuling suffer the demon's mockery in grief and indignation.
At most, he could close the windows and guard the door.
What use was he, really?
Meanwhile, under everyone's eyes,
Fang Yang looked coldly at Huang Fuling kneeling before him, dark lines involuntarily forming across his forehead.
A temptress indeed...
Everyone else could only see this woman rubbing her tender cheek against his leg.
But because of the angle, or rather, because of the loose dress Huang Fuling had deliberately worn,
no one noticed that this Huang Protector was rubbing him not only with her face, but also with the two exquisite curves beneath her slender neck.
Those curves swayed in lingering ripples.
Like Huang Protector's novel massage technique, they were more than an ordinary person could bear.
Much less Fang Yang, who was currently without his demonic physique.
For a moment, his veins bulged.
His black robes billowed.
Yet he remained composed.
"Huang Protector, I remember you've been feeling unwell lately. Are you sure you want to accompany me on this campaign? I will be very angry over these next two days. I'm already brimming with... fury, with nowhere to vent