Feng Lin's vision was shrouded in a hazy fog, making the whole world blur.
The intense heat within his body surged through every part of him.
He could only bare his arms, trying to cool down a bit.
Luo Shenyuan gazed at Feng Lin's robust physique.
Her mouth was parched, and she was breathing heavily.
She wanted to turn her head away, but she just couldn't control herself.
Even the strong could not avoid their most primal instincts.
Feng Lin promptly used a silver needle to calm himself down.
However, this was the first time he had tried the Chunxiao Leaf.
The method of using the silver needle didn't work at all, but instead, it added fuel to the fire.
Feng Lin looked at Luo Shenyuan, who was staring at him, and pounced on her.
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Gradually, Feng Lin became sober, and Luo Shenyuan was still sleeping beside him.
He could clearly see the tears at the corners of her eyes.
It was rare to see such a high-level expert shed tears.
Feng Lin took out a dagger, ready to kill her.