It was Jiuyou who suggested it herself, without any psychological obstacle. Zhao Changhe immediately embraced the beauty beneath him and turned to press her onto Ye Wuming.
Ye Wuming: "When I get out, I will surely kill you both, for sure!"
Never have I regretted committing suicide so much as I do today. Indeed, such a thing should not be done; Zhao Changhe was right to stop me before... it was my mistake...
Once they entered the rhythm of Dual Cultivation, time became endlessly drawn out. Ye Wuming, unsure of how long he had been tormented within Ye Jiuyou's sea of consciousness, was in a daze, unable to sense any intention of stopping from those dogs.
Despite his injury and weakness, he was proactively exerting himself to the point that some of his wounds were splitting open and bleeding, yet it was still unending. Ye Wuming thought the phrase "choosing lust over life" suited Zhao Changhe perfectly.
"Someday you'll die on a woman's belly, bastard!"
