On the gigantic, cold altar, where originally stood the statue of a gigantic Golden Body deity, a man and a woman were embracing each other.
Imperia's face still carried the afterglow of excitement, and her bright eyes shone with a few traces of alluring softness.
"You're quite good. No, you're very strong. I'm very satisfied."
Imperia drew circles on Gao Xuan's chest with her finger, sincerely expressing her admiration.
"Thank you."
After expressing gratitude, Gao Xuan asked, "I always feel you're trying to pierce my heart with your finger; is that just an illusion?"
"No mistake. I was considering if I could kill you with a poke."
Imperia, seen through by Gao Xuan, was neither afraid nor embarrassed, but instead laughed heartily, causing an attractive tremor in her chest.
"You're my father's murderer. Is wanting to kill you unreasonable?"
Gao Xuan also laughed, "Very reasonable."
He couldn't help but ask, "Then why did you sleep with me?"
"I slept with you."
