A soft chuckle rang out, and only then did the Female Emperor discover that the Demon Venerable was sitting right where he had been, perfectly at ease.
Meanwhile, at some point, she had completely curled into the fiend's arms. Her exquisite curves had changed shape slightly under her forceful compression, tinged with a faint blush, breathtakingly beautiful.
In an instant, the Female Emperor's cheeks burned, and she felt as though smoke were constantly rising from the top of her head.
The memories she had just lost seemed to be gradually returning.
She finally remembered that while she had been lying in the fiend's arms just now, he had not deliberately humiliated her. Instead, she had been the one taking the initiative all along, constantly pressing closer to him.
In particular, that hand had already lifted his black robe and slowly reached downward.
Then, as though she had felt something, she abruptly withdrew her hand. With a point of her finger, wisps of misty moisture rose, and she tidied her appearance.
She wore an indifferent expression, feigning composure as though nothing had happened.
But deep inside, towering waves had already surged through her heart.
She was both shocked and frightened, nowhere near as calm as she appeared.
Terrifying. Far too terrifying!
Previously, even in Daming Palace, she had only been a spectator, watching as the Empress Dowager and the Demon Venerable did that absurd thing.
She had not deliberately peeked-or rather, she had not dared to look, afraid she would be unable to suppress the restlessness within her.
But just now, she had merely felt it a little, and she could not help being frightened by the fiend's prowess.
*As expected of the Blood Rain Demon Venerable. His prowess really was formidable. Ordinary female cultivators were probably no match for this