RIP!
The sound of fabric tearing rang out.
Beneath the tattered palace dress, a patch of delicate, snow-white skin was exposed.
Shen Yuling bit her red lips, her eyes fixed on Qin Xuan's withered, sallow old face, which was covered in deep grooves and wrinkles.
Fear flickered in her beautiful eyes. Her curvaceous body trembled slightly as she pleaded:
"Elder Wang, I... I still have my Primordial Yin. Once we get out of here, I promise I will serve you with all my heart. Please, not here, alright?"
Her words might have been better left unsaid. Instead, they served as a reminder to Qin Xuan.
Seeing Shen Yuling's coquettish, alluring, and tantalizingly ripe appearance, Qin Xuan, who was fiddling with the torn piece of her dress, suddenly felt his mouth go dry.
"You really are a stunner... but I am here to carefully study this Seven-Star Dragon Platform. You women are so full of drama."
Qin Xuan said, "Try to seduce me again, and I'll take you right here and now!"
