This time, the void poison attacked swiftly and fiercely.
The feeling of numbness and weakness dissipated in an instant, replaced by unimaginable pain.
At this moment, the little demoness half-leaned in Ning Fan's arms, her chest still heaving rapidly, feeling as if every inch of her body was being torn apart by something.
In a short time, her entire body seemed to have undergone a great calamity, thoroughly drenched in fragrant sweat.
The Fairy Rainbow Silk black dress clung to her delicate body, outlining the exquisite curves, every inch of her skin exuding a faint tea fragrance, a scent inadvertently left from her repeated brewing of Qilin Tea over time.
Now, this fragrance was somewhat refreshing, making Ning Fan momentarily lost, as if recalling the past when he brewed Qilin Tea with the little demoness.
Yet that loss vanished in an instant, replaced by tension that hung by a thread.
