When he suddenly opened his eyes, the light of dawn just happened to pour in from outside the window, shining on Ye Qingzhou's face.
He looked at his clothes, which were a bit disheveled.
"You haven't done anything weird to my body, have you?"
"How can you accuse someone of such things out of thin air, my dear? I'm not that kind of person."
"You're not even a person."
Ye Qingzhou was a bit worried. After all, a dragon's nature is inherently lustful. What if Yingyue couldn't resist the temptation?
A boy traveling alone must protect himself well.
"So, how did things go, my dear?"
Yingyue leaned closer, her delicate chin gently resting on Ye Qingzhou's shoulder as she hugged his firm chest, her red lips slightly parted, whispering sweetly by his ear.
Ye Qingzhou remained as steady as a rock, ignoring the enchanting allure of her voice, and casually replied, "I killed a master of the Seven Sins and destroyed a stronghold of the Source Blood Association."
