Then, Zu An finally understood what a ‘soul-stealing’ fox-spirit was like, because they really were too good at pleasing men. Even though it was in midair and she couldn't even stand still, she was still able to do all kinds of things by leaning against Zu An’s body.

If he hadn’t already personally experienced it the previous night, Zu An would find it really hard to believe that she was actually a pure and innocent young lady. That was probably just the innate talent of the Fox race.

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After some time, Zu An snapped out of his daze. They had already flown somewhere far from Bluefield Country. He suddenly remembered a poetry verse written by Li Bai in his previous world that described how he felt: ‘While on cliffs of the Yangtze Gorges, gibbons ceaselessly cry. By evening I'll be home at Jiangling, a thousand miles I've gone.’[1]

Tushan Yu clung to his body like a koala, her chest rising and falling continuously. Her face was flushed red, and fine beads of sweat formed on her temples. This kind of position, where she couldn't...