Chapter 22 - 2) Above the clouds, dragon dominates the Phoenix.
The Immortal Master could no longer look away.
Her face flushed, fair jade cheeks dyed the color of dusk, red with shame, oink with heat. She turned her head to the side, biting the corner of her lip, yet even that trembling act betrayed her desire.
She was corrupted...
"You... You must not," she whispered, her voice almost inaudible, but even now, her legs refused to close.
Zhao Fan raised an eyebrow.
"Must not?" His tone was amused, but his eyes were serious, sharp enough to pierce karmic bindings. "Say that again while your Yin Garden cries like spring rain, seeking fertilization,"
"Ah...!" She gasped, her thighs twitching at his words.
Her eyes flickered up at him, moist, wide, lost in confusion between shame and yearning.
"I've already... I've already fallen once," she whispered, voice tremulous, "I cannot afford another... My Dao heart is already fractured."
Zhao leaned closer, brushing her stray hair behind her ear with reverent ease.
"You mistake me," he said softly, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.