"For now, let's handle the important business first."
"Hmm?"
Chen Mo snapped back to reality and looked up.
Only to see Ji Hongxiu's Daoist robe sliding down, revealing skin as smooth as sheep fat jade, with a faint red glow emanating from the inner side of her left leg.
"The influence of the Dao Pattern has weakened. Once we get through this wave, it should be over, though who knows when it will flare up again next..."
She lay on the bed, leaning close to Chen Mo, her divine soul scorched by fire poison felt a cooling sensation, and she couldn't help but let out a contented hum.
"I didn't think the cost for Yu Youhan would be my own antidote?"
"Tsk tsk, fate really plays tricks... "
At this moment, Ji Hongxiu sensed something, lowered her gaze, and was slightly startled.
Her face flushed with a rosy tint, her eyes glistening with moisture, and she cast a glance at Chen Mo that was both reproachful and annoyed.
"You lecher, are you mistaking me for Qingxuan?"
"..."
