Face reddening, Ji Lingxi cried out in a fit of rage, "Like there's anything to do with you! Like you'd know…"
She stomped away.
Little did he know, a gamut of thoughts were running through Ji Lingxi's mind. Enter his deific consciousness? Doesn't that mean he could do whatever he wanted, or see whatever he wanted? He could do whatever he wanted in the space of his consciousness… like staring at my body… my face… my…
What's more, what's so different between entering Yun Yang's deific consciousness and having my body entered by him — how can I allow this?
Hmph!
I'm not going in there!
I'll never go in there!
What's more important that a girl's modesty?
The more she thought about it, the more wicked Yun Yang seemed, disrespecting a girl's dignity like that. She failed to refrain from turning around and shouting at him. "Hooligan! Lecher! Pervert! Yun Yang, you're one vile brat!"
What's wrong with me?
What did I say?