"What do you want to say?" He pointed to the spot next to him, his voice lowered, "Come here and speak."
Countless painful experiences warned her that she was doomed if she went over, but she still swallowed, her legs seemingly having a will of their own, slowly wading through the Demon Transformation Spring, mechanically walking to his side, and then it was as if the world turned upside down.
Changtian gently lifted her, pressed her onto the couch, then his long body covered hers: "Go ahead, I'm all ears."
Her breath hitched. He's heavy; is he putting his entire weight on her? She instinctively pushed him twice, but her hands were caught by his one palm and pinned above her head. "Speak, I'm listening." He urged, with his other hand pulling out the hairpin from her hair, letting her long black hair cascade down the couch like a flowing waterfall, then started untying the knots of her skirt. Meanwhile, the Pill Furnace at his feet disappeared, presumably tossed to the Fifth Floor.
