Misfortune of bloody violence

Yu Yanmei had completely shed her cool composure, clinging tenaciously to Lu Yao as they writhed together.

As light as swallows, as soft as orioles, Lu Yao had managed to hold on until the scent of a beautiful woman's panting breath wafted to him, followed by what sounded like an inviting moan. In that instant, he exploded like gasoline meeting a spark.

Lu Yao's eyes were bloodshot, and his head felt somewhat heavy.

This wasn't something that could be suppressed by sheer willpower but rather a thirst stemming from innate genetic desires.

No longer caring about anything else, Lu Yao stowed his ankle bracelet in a space-time bubble and scooped up the supple Yu Yanmei, leaping into the east side's "Orchid Pond Palace" with a few bounds.

The Empress Dowager, upon witnessing this scene, knew what would happen next and was filled with intense hatred!

"The most cliché antidote plot in every storybook! This prize was supposed to be mine to enjoy!"