Looking at Yao Yuelong, who seemed to be undergoing some kind of mutation beneath him, Sun Zhe felt his scalp tingle with fear.
Her vertical pupils, glowing red like a snake's, emanated a chilling ferocity that made it impossible to look at them directly.
Furthermore, silver dragon scale patterns had emerged on her forehead and at the corners of her eyes. They looked like exquisite, deliberately applied eye makeup, making her appear even more bewitching.
At that moment, Yao Yuelong seemed to have lost her sanity. She was moaning and panting softly, her face flushed red as her alluring body writhed like a seductive serpent.
Seeing Sun Zhe hesitate, her expression shifted slightly as she urged, "I can't take it anymore. Come on, hurry."
"GULP..."
Sun Zhe silently swallowed his saliva and held his breath. Driven by curiosity, he shifted back slightly, freeing his right hand to lift Yao Yuelong's gauzy skirt.
He desperately wanted to find out what had scratched his palm earlier.
