"Since you like me, Demon Venerable, why haven't you claimed me? Could you be concerned about what outsiders might say?"
"Heh!"
At these words, Fang Yang could not help laughing fiercely, as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world.
"You seem to have misunderstood. I am the Demon Venerable of the demonic path. No one under heaven even enters my sight, let alone makes me care about their opinions."
"Then why?"
"The reason is simple. I have never liked forcing others. If I wish to conquer someone, I will conquer both body and heart, making her open herself to me from her body to her soul. I never force women."
His calm words drifted lightly through the boudoir, echoing again and again.
Yet like a thunderclap, they poured straight into the depths of Chu Lian'er's heart, making Guan Qinghan feel filled to the brim, as though her entire body had been filled by those words from the Blood Rain Demon Venerable.
"Enough. This matter ends here. I have removed all the red restrictions on you. You no longer need to fear those who placed them on you, either, because I will deal with them as well."
Fang Yang's voice was calm. Suppressing the restlessness within him, he still felt somewhat regretful and was just about to leave with Guan Qinghan.
But just as he turned around, a delicate little hand gently caught the hem of his black robe. Then a voice as faint as a mosquito's hum came from behind him, so bashful, so enchanting.
It was like an orchid wantonly battered by a tempest, tender, cool, yet beautiful, blooming in solitude and giving off wafts of fragrance.
"What if... I'm willing?"
Boom!
It was only a single sentence, yet Fang Yang could feel the Formless Demon