Baili An laughed coldly: "Isn't it something you want?"
Arao's face burned as if on fire, feeling that he was mocking and teasing her, she angrily kicked him: "What exactly do you want?"
Baili An didn't speak, pushed her body forward, and the next moment, sharp tusks slowly extended from his lips, his gaze sharp, eyes glowing faintly red.
Arao suddenly felt something was wrong, thinking to herself, could he be planning to perform the Bloodline Ceremony to assimilate her into a corpse demon?
This idea was too absurd, as she was now of noble bloodline, equal to the lineage of Jiang Chen, there was no existing power dynamic between them.
As she was pondering, Arao suddenly felt her back of the neck tighten, a hand pressing her head firmly into the soft pillow.
Then, from behind, another hand passed through her slender waist, lifting abruptly, followed immediately by a sharp pain piercing through her waist.
A piercing, numbing, itching pain instantly invaded Arao's every nerve.
