In no time at all, Yan Yue found herself so soft and restless, as if a mortal woman affected by a high dose of aphrodisiac.
"W-what is happening?"
The situation changed so suddenly that Yan Yue did not even have the time to activate the array and let herself get out of the mist.
Before she could do anything, she was already limp, lying in the pool like a helpless woman, breathing unevenly. Her ample bosoms rose and fell with tempting seduction.
Too bad, there was no one nearby to see the scenery.
'Right… Zhiran… Zhiran is outside.'
As if Yan Yue found some hope, she suddenly recalled the disciple she asked to guard outside.
Maybe, if she could let him inside, he would help her get out of this influence?
As long as she could get rid of this mist, she should still be fine, right?
"Swish!"
Just as Yan Yue was about to use a trace of her power to activate the array and invite Zhiran in, suddenly a round mirror sprang out of nowhere.
