Fang Zhou originally thought he could control this explosive desire.
After all, his control over his body had reached a completely new level, precise enough to target a single muscle or even a segment of a blood vessel.
But when the true eruption arrived, Fang Zhou realized his underestimation of it.
The desire surging from the depths of his heart was not just physiological, but more of a psychological craving, a cost of using Saint Mode, not something that could be eliminated just by controlling the body.
"Are you okay?"
Ming Aoshuang's voice sounded, and she appeared at the edge of the spring.
Fang Zhou was silently circulating his technique to resist the burgeoning lust and truly had no time to respond to Ming Aoshuang, nor to embody a master of hand movement.
Ming Aoshuang sensed something was wrong and flew over, looking down at Fang Zhou soaking in the spring.
At the first glance she took at Fang Zhou, she exclaimed, "What happened to you?"
