Against such an aggressive Zhang Ruochen, Ling Feiyu's body could not help but freeze as a murderous intent flashed past her eyes undetected.
However, she did not strike. Instead, she gradually gave up resistance and displayed a posture of reluctant welcoming.
"I wonder, how long can you pretend?" Zhang Ruochen said to himself.
He then got even more into it as his breathing became heavier and heavier. Meanwhile, his hand wandered around Ling Feiyu's beautiful body with wanton abandon.
With a tear, Zhang Ruochen suddenly ripped the white robe off Ling Feiyu's body.
"No... Stop..."
Ling Feiyu wanted to resist, but Zhang Ruochen kissed her petite mouth forcefully, and she could not say anything clearly at all.
Not too far away from the floating island, there was a very special white dimension in the palace hall. It was like a dream-like bubble; it was clearly there, yet it was invisible and intangible.