Upon the jade-stone throne, even the peerless Blood Demon Empress could no longer remain calm. Wusha's stunning face flushed with a burning heat, her heartbeat gradually accelerating, and her breathing growing shallow.
The voluptuous bosom heaved up and down beneath Wusha's chest in rolling waves. This was not the nervousness of being confessed to, but rather anxiety—fear that Li Lanhao might expose the secret of her having her big rear end fiercely smacked twice.
Wusha's brow furrowed tightly, her phoenix eyes filled with murderous intent, her crimson lips trembling slightly as her pearly teeth gnashed audibly.
Chapter 118