Inferior to an Animal

An Lin was momentarily dazed. This happiness had come far too suddenly.

Due to some reasons, Yang Lingqian's pale skin had flushed a slight shade of red. Moreover, it had become hot to the touch.

Her body lay on top of An Lin, and her arms were wrapped around his waist. Her seductive eyes were especially captivating.

Yang Lingqian was a stunning beauty, and her figure was also extremely fine. Her waist was slender, and her legs were long. Now that she was in heat, her long and slender legs stretched out from below her red dress. It was as if she wanted to wrap them around An Lin. A sweet fragrance wafted from her body, and ordinary cultivators would definitely be unable to contain themselves.

But who was An Lin?

How could ordinary cultivators compare to him?!

An Lin immediately swatted Yang Lingqian aside.

"Demoness! Don't you dare try to take advantage of me!" he roared.