In the heart of the God's kingdom.
The Divine Temple Sleeping Palace.
Hongmeng looked down at the flushed, trembling, and love-struck Jing Ni beneath him.
Her hair was in disarray, her skin luminous and pink like jade. A silken quilt covered most of her delicate white body, which was half-concealed, exuding boundless charm.
One couldn't help but sigh that in this Great Qian World, amidst layers of mortal dust, there still existed such a captivating woman.
Hongmeng bent down and kissed her tempting red lips, inhaling a whiff of her faint scent that was intoxicating and soothing to the soul.
It was undeniable that there was a unique allure to Jing Ni—this was the second time Hongmeng had favored her.
Of course, whether it was Jing Ni or any other woman, Hongmeng would never favor them just once; otherwise, it would seem far too heartless.
