Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
As the violet nascent soul entered Wu Huang's body, terrifying violet rays of light shot up to the sky, vast violet illumination quickly spreading outward.
Under this expansive violet glow, Zhang Xiaohao was directly enveloped.
Before he could react, his body was pushed to the ground.
"Uh! What's happening? Is this a counterattack?" Witnessing this scene, Zhang Xiaohao thought confusedly.
Before he could respond, Wu Huang's soft, fiery body had already dominantly pressed down on him.
The movements were somewhat awkward, clumsy, and rough, yet carried a hint of nervousness.
"Hmph! Break for me!" Wu Huang growled lowly, and as her words fell, Zhang Xiaohao's and her clothes simultaneously vanished.
It turned out she had tried stripping for ages but couldn't get Zhang Xiaohao's clothes off, so she resorted to force.
Wu Huang shyly lowered her lips, pressing them onto Zhang Xiaohao's mouth.
