Then, a stream of incomparably strong and forceful power surged out of his palm.
In a split second, it flowed throughout her entire body from her spine.
Warmth filled Miao Ming'er, and she felt as if her entire body was being nourished.
It felt extremely good.
It felt so good that she wanted to cry out. She hastily suppressed the shameful feeling, but her eyes nevertheless couldn't help but narrow into slits. Even her desire to resist had weakened.
She gritted her teeth weakly and sighed softly inwardly.
Never mind. It's not like I can fight back anyway.
His Majesty is doing this for my own good, too.
As these thoughts emerged in her mind, pleasure flowed through her eyes, and she closed them fully.
The corners of Wang Hu's lips also curled into a barely-discernible smile, and he felt fairly comfortable and at ease. This was exactly how things should be.
Did he need to come up with some kind of excuse?