Inside the room, the candlelight had already been extinguished.
However, the entire house was shrouded in a crimson glow, exuding an indescribable eerie aura.
Jinxiu's slender fingers tightly gripped the pill bottle, her knuckles slightly white from exertion.
At this moment, she nervously watched the two figures on the bed, her eyes filled with worry and shyness. Her small face was already flushed red, and fine beads of sweat glistened on her petite nose.
On the bed, Mengniang, with her enchanting figure, resembled a seductive beauty serpent, coiled tightly around Jiang Shouzhong.
On her skin, which shone with a sheen like mutton-fat jade, faint traces of scale-like patterns could be seen flickering intermittently.
Each scale-like mark emitted a faint pink glow.
Boom!
Outside the house, the sound of thunder roared continuously, shaking the tiles.
Even the cups and plates on the table trembled audibly from the vibrations.
