Ji Dong faced what he had been dreading most, after all. The Flame that he had held in his arms in his previous dream had naturally become Chen Sixuan that he was now holding in his arms.
At this time, the quilt that had wrapped Chen Sixuan was nowhere to be seen, and her clothing was quite disheveled as he embraced her, his left hand still caressing her fair, slender thigh as though he was exploring the hidden.
At this moment, it was already early morning, and Chen Sixuan's complexion looked a bit red, significantly improved compared to her paleness last night.
Lifting his hand, Ji Dong forcefully slapped himself, then released the Sacred Divine Fire King's Armor from behind and fiercely stabbed himself several times with its spikes.
"Beast, Ji Dong, you are a beast." Had he not realized something was wrong and forcibly woken up, he might have truly done something reprehensible. How could he face Flame? Just thinking of Flame made him slap himself hard again.
