Published: January 6, 2025
She, too, was a pitiful woman. Wan'er was merely being used, yet she fell in love with someone she shouldn't have.
“Chen, is that you?
Did you come to see me?”
In the depths of her sealed soul, Wan'er suddenly embraced Qin Chen, her eyes brimming with tears as she cried hard.
Suddenly, a tear from the corner of her eye danced around Qin Chen like a fluttering butterfly.
Her pair of lively eyes gazed affectionately at Qin Chen, displaying her sweetest charm, showcasing her perfect figure, and emitting suppressed moans from her throat.
As her red lips moved, they exuded infinite desire, and her delicate hands wrapped around Qin Chen's neck.
How she longed to spend a blissful night with Qin Chen.
That enchanting scene tested Qin Chen's resolve, causing him to sink into the memories of their past.
“No!”
Qin Chen abruptly woke up, and when he pushed Wan'er away, he found a fragrant bed draped with curtains in the grand hall.
On the fragrant bed, Wan'er lay lazily, propping her head on one hand, looking at him expectantly.
Through the hazy curtains, Qin Chen saw that she seemed to be wearing only a thin veil as delicate as a cicada's wing.
“Chen, I want you.”
Wan'er looked at Qin Chen with a pitiful gaze, and that kind of compassion melted his heart instantly, as if it had a kind of magic.
This was Wan'er's spiritual world, where her longing for Qin Chen erupted fully, causing Qin Chen's eyes to become dazed.
The whispers contained boundless magic, pulling Qin Chen's mind, which had just regained clarity, back into the quagmire.
What powerful yearning this was, making Qin Chen's consciousness sink, unable to resist.
Qin Chen slowly walked to the side of the fragrant bed. This familiar scene evoked the most tender memories he cherished, and his body slipped into the pink curtains.
What came into view was Wan'er lying lazily on the fragrant bed; her figure was lush, her skin crystal-clear and flawless, accentuating her perfect curves, stirring one's blood.
She giggled softly, slowly sitting up, her eyes filled with countless charms as she pulled Qin Chen onto the fragrant bed, gently laying him down.
Qin Chen sank into it, allowing her to take control.
With affectionate eyes, Wan'er slowly helped him remove his clothes.
As the gauze curtain fell, sounds of gasping filled the air.
He didn't know how long it had been.
Qin Chen suddenly woke up, opening his eyes, drenched in sweat, appearing outside the sealed memories, gasping for breath.
Looking up, he saw not far away that Wan'er was already enveloped by swirling black mist; she looked at Qin Chen with affectionate eyes, her expression calm, relaxed, and smiling, as if everything that had happened was just a dream.
No, it wasn't a dream! Qin Chen could sense that a trace of the aura of demonic origin had already tainted his soul energy.
This was something he had picked up in the previous dream.
In the black mist, Wan'er smiled at Qin Chen, as if a breath of life was nurturing within her soul's body.
In the depths of her eyes, there was fulfillment; to be united with Qin Chen seemed to be her lifelong wish.
Qin Chen wanted to say something, but Wan'er waved her hand. Though her gaze held attachment, it was more resolute.
In the next moment, Waner's soul memory was engulfed by the swirling black mist, disappearing into the endless Abyss of Darkness.
“Wan'er.”
Qin Chen murmured, and boom, he suddenly woke up, the power of his soul returning to his body. At that moment, he felt a breath of life from Waner's body, a seed of life he had left within her.
This seed would gradually grow, until one day, it would break through the darkness, bringing back Waner's memories.
Looking at Wan'er, who lay sleeping, Qin Chen sighed softly and stepped out of the chaos.
“Hey hey, human kid, how did it go?”
Suddenly, the Primordial Ancestral Dragon appeared in front of Qin Chen, peering inside curiously.
“Get lost!”
Qin Chen was speechless, kicking the Primordial Ancestral Dragon away. The dragon had decent strength, yet it was so lecherous.