Direct Contact

It was the first time she was not able to dissipate into a dream phantom-like state. Even if it was an instinctual attempt to escape from overwhelming pleasure and not her conscious action, it still did not change the fact he somehow was able to confine her in her physical form.

But what she saw in his expression was surprise, which was even more shocking than if he acted mysterious or playful.

"Don't tell me… you didn't do it?", she asked, feeling a fear welling up within her.

"Hmm, I felt the moment you tried to run, but I wasn't the one who stopped you. I even asked you not to run, didn't I?", Wu Long touched his chin in thought.

Fen Baihu disappeared into a cloud of mist the next moment, and reappeared already standing next to the bed with an anxious expression.