This clothing... is Jin’an’s clothes.
Xiao Yinruo’s eyes flashed with panic, but she seed to want to confirm sothing slowly as she looked up, eting Lu Jin’an’s dazed gaze.
It was just like the scene she had imagined in her mind earlier.
Xiao Yinruo’s breathing suddenly beca rapid, warm breaths brushing against Lu Jin’an’s thighs, her body trembling slightly, as if in fear, in panic.
Is this reality? Or mory?
She looked at Lu Jin’an, her peach blossom eyes brimming with a mist that seed about to overflow at the next second.
This child is so close to her, wasn’t she just thinking about getting this close to him earlier?
If Nanzhi wasn’t here, if it were just her and Jin’an... if she did sothing to this child for the sake of power...
And if... it wasn’t "Empathy" with Qingyue, but if it was with Jin’an alone, wouldn’t this child be much more gentle?
If there were only gentleness, without the inexplicable pain when empathizing with Qingyue, wouldn’t it feel better?
Could power be enhanced even more?
Xiao Yinruo’s breathing beca more rapid, her red lips parting slightly several tis, only to clamp shut again as if afraid of sothing.
Lu Jin’an looked down at Xiao Yinruo, watching as her swan-like snowy neck tilted, her jet-black hair ssily cascading over her fragrant shoulders and arms, a few strands sticking to her once serene, now blushing, unparalleled beauty.
Aunt Ruo had suddenly approached and wrapped herself around his thigh, her slender waist twisting lightly, mumbling sothing under her breath.
That voice, a moan like a dream, carried a trace of chaotic longing.
"Qingyue, Jin’an, Nanzhi..."
Hearing these nas from Xiao Yinruo’s lips and feeling her willow-like waist brushing against his thigh, Lu Jin’an opened his mouth, uncertain of what to say at the mont.
Palace Master Xiao, the foremost in Forget Love Path, has truly fallen into desire.
Yet she won’t let him speak, won’t let him breathe, and now won’t even allow him to call Aunt Ruo...
Has he beco her "Heart Demon"?
What’s going on...
As Lu Jin’an pondered, he heard Xiao Yinruo murmur again: "Jin’an, is this still an illusion? Aunt asked you not to breathe just now because..."
A trace of embarrassnt flashed in Xiao Yinruo’s eyes; she realized the power in this child’s breath, making others want to feel it more.
Neck, chest, and...
"Jin’an, Aunt..."
"Palace Master Xiao!" Lu Jin’an quickly bent down and shook Xiao Yinruo’s shoulders: "This is the Dragon Clan Altar, it’s the Immortal Falling Shura Formation Map!"
His voice was loud, even carrying waves of spiritual power, thinking this was the only way to awaken Xiao Yinruo.
Though Aunt Ruo was soft and fragrant, making his body react instinctively, this was truly not the place.
This environnt was both garbage-filled and dangerous; if Xiao Yinruo lost control, they would both die here.
A lecherous monk and a female dragon were eagerly watching.
Lu Jin’an had no intention of becoming the extraction tool of that dirty Great Buddha, Emperor Kongwu!
Xiao Yinruo’s head swayed with Lu Jin’an’s shoulder shake, her black hair fluttering, strands clinging to her side profile, appearing all the more poignant under her dazed expression.
Her teeth gently bit her lip, a trace of reproach flashing in her eyes as she lowered her head, muttering softly: "Does it have to be this way..."
When Xiao Yinruo erged from her earlier mory, she realized she had been influenced by the Immortal Falling Shura Formation Map.
This immortal array seed to have no lethal move, yet it silently amplified desires that weren’t originally desires to the extre, leading one to fall into madness and eventual doom.
She knew she had been influenced, but upon opening her eyes, she was clinging to Jin’an’s thigh, leaving her unsure of what to do.
She could only continue to play dumb, then find an appropriate mont to suitably let go, and then pretend to co to her senses.
Otherwise, her outrageous action of holding onto his thigh... how embarrassing!
She slowly released Lu Jin’an’s thigh, her fingers still lingering on his fabric, she raised her head again, pretending to ask calmly: "I know."
’You know nothing...’ Lu Jin’an grumbled inwardly, but he didn’t want to say more.
He didn’t know Xiao Yinruo’s temperant, nor her interests in this aspect, so he dared not comfort her for fear of stirring her desires, nor did he dare to reprimand her loudly for fear of triggering a rebellious reaction from her irrational state.
If Xiao Yinruo disregarded everything and pressed down, Lu Jin’an was truly unsure he had any room to resist.
The gap in power was too vast, and besides... Aunt Ruo was very alluring.
Her lovely face blushed, enchanting like a flower, her peach blossom eyes already captivating, now misty with dreamy tears—how could one withstand that?
Lu Jin’an took a deep breath, glanced at the azure Forget Love Dao Domain, and nodded, knowing this ant Aunt Ruo’s core remained resilient.
However, his own lack of influence must have sothing to do with Emperor Kongwu.
After all, if Xiao Yinruo were dealt with first, he would beco a fish on a cutting board, ready for the slaughter.
Yet, Xiao Yinruo’s persistence through the Forget Love Daoist Skill seed shorter than expected.
Why was her determination so weak in the face of desire?
As weak as Master Pei Wanyu’s troubled body...
How could he help her hold on for longer?
Lu Jin’an thought, his fingers slightly tightening on Xiao Yinruo’s arms.
"Hmm~"
A charming sound escaped from Xiao Yinruo’s lips, and Lu Jin’an’s body stiffened, instinctively withdrawing his hands from her shoulders, glancing at Xiao Yinruo with a sowhat awkward expression.
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