Zuzi sat on the marble washbasin, her slender legs wrapped around Bao Gucheng's waist, the pristine white skirt fabric wrinkled between them.
Her pure, clear eyes blinked, "Hmm, Xiao Chenger, is there anything else you want? Ancestor will try to satisfy you. For example..."
The next second, they both blurted out almost simultaneously—
"For example, truly becoming my woman, merging with me into one!"
"For example, helping you resist your fated calamity, allowing you to live a few more days?"
What followed was silence. An awkward silence.
Bao Gucheng's face, initially flushed with anticipation, gradually lost its color, growing somewhat cold and solitary.
Zuzi pursed her red lips slightly, exhaling a gentle breath of celestial energy, and after a while, she spoke slowly, "Xiao Chenger, Ancestor doesn't do Dual Cultivation, especially not with mortals, okay."
The man's tone was bitter, the depths of his dark eyes seemed to churn with hidden turmoil!
