A blast of scorching air assailed her face, sending chills down Zhu Qing's spine and making her profoundly uncomfortable. When she lifted her gaze, she saw that Yang Kai's eyes were flickering with an obscene light as he appraised her with undisguised interest.
Zhu Qing's complexion drained of color in an instant. She knew at once what was happening — Yang Kai had been affected by the Dragon Transformation Art.
If an ordinary person had gotten this close to him in his current state, he might not have reacted so strongly. But she was different. Her very existence was enough to awaken the most primal desires buried deep within his heart.
The nature of dragons is inherently lustful!
Perhaps he himself hadn't realized it yet, but this was instinct — something that could never be extinguished no matter what.
Yang Kai found the whole situation baffling. He had clearly resolved to teach Zhu Qing a lesson, yet now, with her in his grasp and the delicate fragrance rising from her body filling his nostrils, the hostility in his heart inexplicably dissipated. In its place, another sensation churned within him like boiling water.
It was a feeling he had suppressed for years, never once allowing it to surface — a man's most basic instinct.
He looked Zhu Qing up and down with appraising eyes and silently acknowledged that this girl was indeed well-endowed. Her breasts were full and rounded, rising and falling like gentle mountains. A sliver of snow-white skin peeked out from beneath her collar, dazzling enough to make one's head spin. The deep, pale valley of her cleavage was enough to set any heart racing, drawing the gaze like a vortex from which one could not escape.
The fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose set Yang Kai's mind racing and his blood boiling.
He drew in a deep breath, his expression one of utter intoxication. Lowering his head slightly, his scorching gaze fixated shamelessly on that snow-white skin so delicate it might break at a touch, as though his stare alone could incinerate everything in the world.
The hands gripping Zhu Qing's fist and arm were no longer content with mere restraint — they began to gently caress instead. Her skin was warm and soft as jade beneath his fingers, the sensation exquisite beyond measure.
Two visible streams of hot breath escaped his nostrils, washing over Zhu Qing's neck and sending a wave of numbness through her entire body.
"Insolent!" Zhu Qing cried out, her lovely face taut with alarm. A mere human, daring to appraise her with such brazen eyes! It was unforgivable — he deserved to be torn apart a thousand times over. What alarmed her even more, however, was the fact that his aura was actually affecting her.
If it had been anyone else — never mind a first-stage Emperor Realm cultivator, even a third-stage Emperor Realm expert grabbing her like this — her state of mind would not have wavered in the slightest. Yet under the rush of his aura, Zhu Qing could clearly feel her own body responding with subtle, involuntary reactions.
It horrified and infuriated her in equal measure.
What was wrong with this man?
Even as she cried out, one of her toned, powerful legs had already whipped upward, aiming a merciless kick straight at Yang Kai's groin.
The strike failed. Yang Kai simply spread his legs and clamped them together, trapping her smooth, firm thigh between his own. Instantly, he unleashed his brute strength, and Zhu Qing found herself utterly unable to break free.
Despite her height, Zhu Qing's legs were not particularly long, but their proportions were flawless. The muscles on her legs were supple with a hint of firmness, and the tactile sensation was equally magnificent. This single clamp of his thighs drew from Yang Kai an expression of rapturous delight.
Both arms pinned, one leg trapped — at first glance, Zhu Qing appeared to be hanging from Yang Kai's body, a pose so ambiguous it defied description.
And Yang Kai was currently in tatters, practically half-naked. Their intimate contact, while not quite skin against skin, was not far off — separated by only a thin layer of clothing.
Zhu Qing's expression shifted once more, and genuine panic finally crept in.
Yang Kai drew another deep, lingering breath, his expression caught between pleasure and inner struggle. He frowned and demanded, "What did you do to me?"
His instincts told him that his abnormal emotional state must be the result of some technique Zhu Qing had employed. He hadn't expected it — not only was this woman terrifyingly strong, she was apparently skilled in the art of seduction as well.
He had no idea when she had cast her technique. It had affected his desires so subtly that he hadn't noticed a thing.
And yet something about it nagged at him. He had encountered plenty of women who practiced the art of seduction, and every last one of them had been seductive and bewitching in appearance. But Zhu Qing didn't look like someone who practiced such arts at all.
Zhu Qing heard his words and felt the bitterness of a grievance she could not voice. She could only grit her teeth and say, "What could I possibly have done to you? Let me go right now, or you're dead."
Yang Kai's hands tightened, pulling her directly into his embrace. In that instant, their bodies pressed tightly together — her full, firm breasts crushed against his chest, transmitting a sensation of astonishing elasticity.
Yang Kai could clearly feel two small points pressing against his own chest, and the desire within him surged even further.
He leaned in and blew gently against Zhu Qing's delicate earlobe. "Do you know what it means to play with fire?"
A wave of numb, unfamiliar sensation swept through her entire body, and Zhu Qing shivered involuntarily. Though she couldn't see her own face, she knew with absolute certainty that her ears had turned completely crimson.