He looked at her.
She looked back at him.
His handsome face was flushed red.
Her light robes were half-undone.
He opened his mouth as if he had a thousand words to say, but when they reached his throat, none would come out.
Gu Xiangzhu asked coldly, "I'm asking you, did it feel good to touch?"
Zhao Ci: "..."
'Woman!'
'I'd love to answer!'
'But you're choking me!'
The feeling of suffocation had already spread. Gu Xiangzhu's hand was clamped around his neck, causing his face to turn crimson.
'If my head sprang a leak right now, it would definitely shoot up high.'
He was talking about blood, of course.
Zhao Ci had originally come up with a plan, confident that he could use his silver tongue to talk Gu Xiangzhu into submission.
He never expected she wouldn't even give him a chance to run his mouth.
He tried to break free.
But the First-Grade Flesh and Soul Celestial Demon Body, which had once made him feel immensely powerful, couldn't budge Gu Xiangzhu in the slightest.
