Playing with feelings

The pleasant voice made Wen Ran turn to his left. There, in the moonlight, stood the silhouette of a woman he knew all too well. Her curvy figure made him inhale sharply, his breath catching for a moment. But he quickly calmed his racing heart. Somehow, after the system had forced him to choose the path of a demonic cultivator, his desires had become harder to control, pushing his morals into conflict with his growing urges.

"Sister Feng Yulan..." Wen Ran greeted her with a smile, trying to keep his composure. "I didn't expect to see you again. Could it be that you've also become an inner disciple?" He already knew the answer from her attire—her light yellow robes fit her perfectly, signaling her elevated position. He could also sense her great talent.