Night, under the full moon, on top of a high-rise apartment.
The intoxicating scent of dog roses fills the air, accompanied by a seductive female voice that tingles to the bone.
Anyone here would be consumed by their inner lust.
Zhang Shi'ai swayed her hips, walking like a cat, gracefully standing at the center of the rooftop.
She placed her hand on her hip, and a pink flame appeared at her fingertip, mocking:
"Sister, what's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"
Chen Yuqi's face was flushed, her palms sweating, the Enchanting Demon's power worked on both men and women.
However, besides the burning desire, there was also intense fighting spirit in Chen Yuqi's eyes.
When it comes to the Enchanting Demon's natural enemies, the Fallen Angel is certainly one of them.
Fallen Angels are devout followers of the Death God, the more they worship the Death God, the stronger their will.
