Xia Feng noticed a problem.
For some reason, the more the woman on the Divine Throne resisted, the more excited he became.
Sitting face to face, under the cold gaze of her enraged, vertical pupils, he also gazed back at her.
Her majestic, city-toppling petite face visibly flushed pink, alluring and seductive, the dark gold cross on her forehead, symbolizing a sacred inviolability, flickered intermittently.
Her rapid breathing through her aquiline nose, along with her sometimes dangerously red, trembling dragon pupils coldly shown, emitted both a chilling murderous intent and a faint joy.
Under the calm observation of Xia Feng's dark pupils, the Eighth Life seemed finally unable to bear it, her gaze cold and angry, her back teeth clenched tightly.
From between her moist lips came a hoarse voice, commanding and imposing despite her chill, "Human, I - remember you ~!"
