Xing Yuan had crossed hands with Shen Ruoxi and deeply understood her exceptional martial arts prowess, by no means an ordinary person.
However, he had absolute confidence in the Three-day Drunk he administered, believing that with this drug, he could surely make Shen Ruoxi succumb and submit, so he didn't lock her acupuncture points.
Seeing her awake, a cold smile played on his lips as he placed the Demon Flute to his mouth, waiting for her to lose control under the influence of the drug, so he could use her at will to practice martial arts.
Zhen'er awoke to find herself in a cave. After a brief moment of shock, she let out a scream that echoed across the sky.
Next, she frantically grabbed at the already torn clothes placed beside her to cover her exposed body.
Hearing the sound, Xing Yuan was momentarily stunned, disbelief filling his eyes. This voice seemed different from Shen Ruoxi's.
