Fang Hao felt as if he had fallen into a scorching vortex; his mind was hazy, and his entire body was burning with intense heat.
It was like a fire, burning away the last shreds of his sanity.
He had already inhaled quite a bit of that cursed pink mist, and the evil fire in his lower abdomen was making him feel like he was about to explode.
Now, being teased by this woman, how could he possibly hold back?
To hell with the Nascent Soul Cultivator! To hell with the consequences! Let's just enjoy this first!
This wild entanglement, he didn't know how long it lasted.
Fang Hao only felt as if he had fought a grueling battle that drained every ounce of his strength, and finally, everything went black as he drifted into a deep sleep.
When he regained consciousness, he was woken up by the cold.
The cave was cold and damp; he lay naked on the ground, his bones aching as if they had fallen apart.
He sat up abruptly and looked around.
The cave was empty, with only him left.
