Up ahead in the car, Jiang Xuan reclined the driver's seat with one hand, looking up at the shade of pink gradually climbing up the girl's slender neck.
Xia Ye was ↑.
It wasn't her first time showing a desire to taste his "spiritual" energy, and under such an offensive, even Heavenly Dao would find it hard to remain unruffled.
The images in his mind tumbled over and over, that one action he had thought about countless times.
His self-control was particularly weak today, and if this was something that would happen sooner or later, why fuss over age.
It was his adherence to convention in the past that had wasted him thousands of years.
Desire churned in the man's eyes as he spoke, his voice hoarse and unrecognizable, "Or else, how about today?"
How about today? There was an itch in Xia Ye's heart, and she could hardly wait to drain all his spiritual energy.
Jiang Xuan asked again, "The Jiang Family place? Or a hotel?"
This place definitely wasn't an option.
