Silence filled the room after Sabrina's declaration.
Zzz-zz-z
The only sound was her breathing—slow, steady, deepening with each passing second. Within moments, a soft snort escaped her nose.
She'd fallen asleep.
Just like that. In the middle of what was supposed to be a tense standoff, the Peak Body Cultivator who'd killed him less than an hour ago had knocked out cold.
Tianlong felt every detail through the back of his head. The firmness of her breasts beneath him, yet somehow soft at the same time.
The hardness of her nipples pressing against his skull through whatever fabric covering she wore.
The strange perkiness that defied gravity despite their size. The warmth radiating from her body, mixing with the aphrodisiac-laced air his physique leaked automatically.
He chuckled quietly, the vibration traveling through his body and into hers.
This woman had literally murdered him. Pierced his ribs.
