Later, he discovered that Guan Qinghan's long, lovely legs, clad in white stockings beneath her snow-white, translucent skirt,
were actually pressing restlessly against his body, rather playfully beginning to entwine themselves around him.
Finally, she even leaned close to his ear, her breath fragrant as orchids.
"D-Demon Venerable, I have a gift for you."
Her slightly trembling voice was so bashful. Guan Qinghan's body shook, and at some point, a rosy flush had spread over her snow-white skin, creeping down from her collarbones.
It made her skin begin to burn as well.
Her slender little hands clutched Fang Yang's back tightly. Then, for some reason, her shapely legs wrapped in white stockings also wanted to coil around him.
"Oh? What gift?"
"My most intimate gift. I hope you won't disdain it, Demon Venerable."
Guan Qinghan was on the verge of tears.
Although...
she was a very prudent person.
To gain the Demon Venerable's trust and keep him from suspecting that she was an impostor Holy Maiden, she was willing to make certain sacrifices.
But not to debase herself like this.
It was as though she had no bones at all.
She had become a little dog wagging its tail and begging for affection.
Most importantly, she even seemed immersed in it, as though she willingly did all these things for the Demon Venerable.
And so, under Fang Yang's cold, shadowed gaze, she endured her embarrassment and reached into her clothes...
Before long, an undergarment carrying a virgin's faint fragrance appeared in her hand.
Then, trembling, she pressed it into Fang Yang's hand.
The crumpled undergarment, still slightly warm with her body heat, lay clenched in Fang Yang's hand.
Fang Yang remained expressionless, but his heart sank.
He had still been wondering whether the Demon Venerable's diary contained fabrications. After all,