Yun Rong struggled fiercely against him, but ultimately she was just a sword cultivator who practiced spiritual power, and when it came to physical strength, how could she compete with a corpse demon.
She watched the boy pressing down on her like a starving wild wolf, clutching her collar with his teeth, his hot and heavy breath showering her clavicle, causing the skin there to erupt in goosebumps.
This made Yun Rong frown coldly, a hint of anger visible in her eyes.
The collar of her white undergarment was bitten open by Baili An, revealing the plain inner garments beneath. Yun Rong could no longer endure this excessive conduct; for a moment, she disregarded the close contact of their bodies, arching up high like a fish out of water, wriggling and twisting violently under Baili An.
With force, she bent her knee, aiming precisely, and thrust it upwards.
