It made him want to force her to her knees right then and there, then hold down her raven hair...
A thousand tangled thoughts spread through Fang Yang's mind. His thoughts were a snarl of hemp, and his Formless Demon Body activated on its own, blood surging through his body. He drew a deep breath, suppressed that anger, and gradually steadied his gaze.
Those ink-black eyes once again grew as deep as an abyss, without the slightest ripple. As calm as ever, he looked indifferently at the Female Emperor.
Just as he had said before, he was the Blood Rain Demon Venerable. He had his own pride. What need did he have for such methods?
Besides, conquering the Female Emperor naturally meant more than conquering her body. More importantly, he had to conquer her heart, making her willingly prostrate herself before him, with love rooted deep within her.
Otherwise, would it not seem utterly absurd and laughable?
"Enough. Bend over and lean against the table. I will treat your injuries now. As long as you follow the movements and circulate your energy according to the mental method without the slightest deviation, our Dragon Qi will surely achieve an initial union."
His quiet words rang with conviction, echoing through Ganlu Hall, so utterly calm.
Hearing this, the Female Emperor could not help opening her eyes, a trace of mortification and anger showing in her phoenix eyes.
Although they were indeed treating her injuries, the fiend's words were far too easy to misunderstand and invited far too many fanciful thoughts.
Moreover, when she thought of those utterly shameful movements in the illustrations the fiend had given her, she wanted to bite her lips to shreds.
*Those who would accomplish great things do not quibble over trifles. My heart embraces the world. I