He could feel that the Water-Curtain Cave was contracting wildly out of panic, as though it wanted to lock him inside the Water-Curtain Cave forever.
That extreme dependence and yearning satisfied his sense of accomplishment.
An Qi's eyes, tightly closed out of shyness a moment ago, opened slightly; she did not answer, only the small hands climbing up the back of Bai Qinchen's neck trembled fiercely.
After a long while, she seemed to have made up some kind of mind, her small hands moving slowly downward, reaching toward the dress on her own body that was already extremely disheveled and half-hanging on her shoulder.
An Qi bit her lower lip tightly, enduring the soreness after physical and mental overload, bit by bit, extremely slowly, pulling down the obstructive skirt.
As the clothing was stripped away, her delicate body, like fine mutton-fat jade, was completely exposed to the slightly cool air, the delicate texture of her skin covered with a layer of crystalline light sweat, circulating an alluring luster in the dim light.
Bai Qinchen's gaze darkened, his sight roaming unscrupulously among her undulating curves, his throat moving slightly, and he praised from the bottom of his heart: "So beautiful..."
This praise completely shattered the last shred of moral defense remaining in An Qi's heart.
She no longer looked at the dead, silent figure in the pool of blood in the distance, and those mist-shrouded, beautiful eyes gradually became tinged with a desperate madness.
She took a deep breath, her originally weak aura actually carrying a hint of unprecedented charm, and looked straight into Bai Qinchen's ambitious eyes.
"Let's... have a good time together."
Hearing this, Bai Qinchen let out a low, soft chuckle.
He hooked a strand of An Qi's damp hair, brought it to his lips and kissed it