Two hours later, Lu Bei left the small, dark room.
It was just too intense. Out of the tiger’s den and into the wolf’s lair. Han Miaojun’s wicked side was even more proactive and aggressive than her true self; if not for his increasingly refined grappling techniques, which had allowed him to pin her down in a split second, he would surely have suffered total memory loss on the spot.
Eyes are the windows to the soul, and zippers are the windows to society. Lu Bei was profoundly grateful that he had managed to keep his trousers zipped, avoiding any scandal that might have tarnished the reputation of the Heavenly Sword Sect and Wu Zhou in front of the Qiyan cultivators.
Chapter 637