His face was expressionless, his gaze strange as he looked at the quilt beneath him, seeming somewhat helpless. But he quickly concealed that expression.
He remained as cold as ever.
Guan Qinghan!
The Heavenly Demon Sect Saintess had attained a Three-Leaf Dharma Body at such a young age. Her future could be said to hold limitless promise.
Yet tonight, she had given her untouched body to him without looking back.
And she had looked so proud and stubborn.
As though she were telling him!
She was the one who had conquered him, not the other way around.
She was that determined to come out on top!
Though he could not understand that determination at all.
After all, to him, it was exactly the same thing. Besides, it even seemed to have saved him some effort.
It had become more interesting, more exciting.
He did not understand. He simply could not understand!
All he could say was that a woman's heart was a needle at the bottom of the sea. Fathoming it completely was no simple matter.
Countless thoughts ran through Fang Yang's mind as he sent his Divine Sense into the quilt, sensing what lay beneath it.
Guan Qinghan held her breath and focused, having all but sealed off her Divine Sense. Not a trace of spiritual qi escaped her, as though she had become a tree stump.
Under these circumstances, with his second disciple's mortal body, she would probably have to lift the quilt to discover Guan Qinghan's presence.
Women truly were strange!
Earlier, before so many people, she had willingly become his slave and passed the trial.
Then she had married him.
Yet now she had become so bashful. Merely because his second disciple had arrived, she wished she could crawl into a crack in the ground, terrified