Sigh…
Su Xiaobai was just about to plop his tired ass onto the volcanic stone like a righteous hero taking his post-war piss break, when his eyes caught sin.
Encased in ice.
Sleeping.
Helpless.
Ye An.
The Guardian.
The pride of Heaven.
Face tilted slightly upward like a maiden dreaming of virtue, wings folded, breath soft, divine Qi flickering across her collarbones like shy lightning.
A fallen angel.
A frozen snack.
Su Xiaobai stared.
"Don't."
His rational mind whispered.
But his dick twitched.
From the elegant horns on her head to the inner thighs peeking through cracked frost, she radiated that rare combination of divinity and bad decisions.
If he flipped her over and slid his soul in, would Heaven cry?
Would he care?
"No… no… Su Xiaobai, don't…"
Even his own inner voice sounded disgusted.
But his gaze darkened.
She was in the Great Ascension realm.
