As Lin Xian`er gently spoke, her white-jade skin seemed as though it was possible for water to be wrung out of it. Her soul-stirring countenance, although it wasn’t seductive, it was sufficient to enter deep in the hearts of others and cause a desire to protect her to spring forth. At the same time, it would also rouse those who had intense lust; the more weak and fragile she appeared to be, the more they wanted to ravage her completely.
Right now, such a notion had flashed through the Saint Child’s mind. Previously, Lin Xian`er had humiliated him. He had then made a vow that one day he would press this woman beneath him. Forcing this number one beauty under the heavens into submission. By then, what sort of expression would her soul-stirring countenance have?