Madam Xia Bingling's Argues With Wang Li

Madam Xia Bingling stirred awake, the remnants of a throbbing ache between her legs serving as a harsh reminder of yesterday's… well, activities.

A blush crept up her neck as she recalled initiating the whole thing.

She sat up, noticing a folded piece of paper on the bedside table. With a flick of her wrist, she used a sliver of spiritual energy to whisk it closer. Unfolding it, her eyes narrowed as she recognized Wang Li's messy scrawl.

As she read, a cold dread settled in her stomach. Wang Li, the lowly criminal, had recorded their entire... encounter using a Vision Recording Stone. The audacity! He was essentially blackmailing her, threatening to leak the footage if she dared to cross him again.

'That little…!' she fumed internally. The worst part? The video would paint her as the aggressor, the one who had seduced Wang Li. No one would believe her side of the story.