In this small room of only twenty square meters, the atmosphere had already turned somewhat bizarre. Ji Dong stood there in a daze, his body swaying as if he were recovering from a severe illness. Even his saint-level physique was of no help to him now.
Hong Yan looked at Ji Dong with a peculiar gaze, even containing a hint of the unusual. What Ji Dong had done earlier was unimaginable to her. Her own sister, who had never even been touched by other creatures, let alone embraced so tightly. Yet, just now her sister had been tightly embraced by him, and surprisingly, she hadn't retaliated. Otherwise, even ten of him might have already been dead. Sister, what has happened to you?
