"Evil Dragon," he tilted his head up, his jaws tensed as two words burst forth.
Hearing such a disrespectful address from a believer, the woman on the Divine Throne and the avatar of Divine Thought locked their pale divine eyes on each other. The vertical slits in White Abyss's eyes narrowed to needle-thin lines, as a visible blush of shame and anger colored her exquisite face.
I am at most a naughty dragon, definitely not an Evil Dragon!
Amidst divine rage, the avatar of Divine Thought's delicate fingers pinched Xia Feng's chin, and as he stared in shock with his dark pupils, she leaned down, forcefully sealing his lips with a kiss.
At the same time, the woman on the Divine Throne buried her blushing face into the uplifted neck of the believer, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders, and shutting her trembling eyelids, pretending to see nothing.
What does the avatar's mischief have to do with my main body?
