Wen Yang sat at the bedside, pulling the blanket over the naked little succubus beside him.

Ning Chu was still a bit dazed, her brain seemingly frozen, her lips slightly parted, and her cheeks flushed with a vivid, alluring blush. She panted softly, clearly out of breath.

This time, she didn’t pass out, but her body was too weak to move.

Luckily, she didn’t have any particularly heavy tastes, and nothing too extreme, like in those crazy harem novels, happened.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be just weakness she’d be feeling—she might not even survive.

Her slightly glazed eyes gradually regained focus, …