Fang Ling couldn't help but take a few light sniffs, the fragrance of a woman filling his senses, causing his heart to flutter.

Bai Ying called him bad, but deep down, she felt a twinge of excitement, anticipating something even worse to happen next.

The wonderful atmosphere continued to ferment, and Fang Ling wanted to pluck the white flower before him.

But just then, a terrifying aura enveloped the pavilion, causing both of them to shudder.