“Don’t you think that you’re sad?” Meanwhile, her voice resounded by his ears, “Don’t you think allowing your lower body to control you is pitiable and sad?”

Even though her voice was soft and calm, it seemed to be penetrative and struck straight at his heart, causing even Yang Ye’s Heart of Slaughter to stop momentarily.

Yang Ye’s figure stopped moving. He gazed at the woman while the flames of lust still filled his eyes, but there was a faint thread of clarity ...