In the empty room.
Sun Zhe's eyes were full of anticipation as he stared at Yao Rao's shimmering, moist pink lips. He felt a sudden rush of heat through his body and mind, and he swallowed his saliva incessantly.
He could now be certain that for the sake of his Pure Yang True Qi, this exquisite immortal truly intended to go down on him!
"Sect Leader Yao… this isn't appropriate, it's really not."
"If possible, I'd like to wash up first, so as not to offend such a beauty."
However, Yao Rao seemed not to hear him. She stared at the large wet patch on his shirt and pants, and a trace of disgust flickered in her clear, cold eyes. She felt utterly revolted.
She could roughly guess that Han Xinyue had been the one to drench him earlier.
But for the sake of Sun Zhe's Pure Yang True Qi, she suppressed her disgust and reached out. She gently lifted Sun Zhe's shirt, which was soaked with some kind of liquid, revealing his well-defined abs.
