Chapter269-Changes in the Small World
A dense aura of life permeated the void, resembling layers of interwoven white veils, concealing the figures of Owen and the Archdemon.
Within this white aura of life, Owen gazed at the passionate and assertive Archdemon in front of him with some bewilderment.
Although the Archdemon had also been quite forward during their wedding night, that assertiveness had been filled with the overbearing nature of a ruler, carrying a sense of being forced upon.
But now, the emotions Archdemon showed towards him felt more like a form of release, as if she was expressing suppressed feelings in their truest, most primal form.
Under such ardor, even Owen was left at a loss.
The Archdemon herself was a person of extraordinary beauty, and being this forward was akin to a blazing serpent entwining itself around him, almost igniting Owen on the spot.
In an instant, Owen seemed to find himself within an illusionary realm.