After being tempered by magma, Jiang Shouzhong's skin flushed a fiery red, resembling a treasure forged within a furnace, emitting an indescribable scorching aura.
Jiang Shouzhong felt as if his body might explode at any moment.
The comforting cool sensation had already vanished.
The frantic heat stemming from the fusion with the Divine Armor was gradually eroding his sanity, subjecting him to an unprecedented torment.
This was a primal and intense impulse.
It made him desperately seek an outlet to alleviate the raging heat within him.
Just then, that cooling sensation suddenly surged again.
It was a woman's hand resting on his chest.
Like parched earth welcoming rain, Jiang Shouzhong fiercely grabbed the woman's delicate and smooth hand, instinctively pulling it toward himself.
In a daze, a cool and delicate body pressed against his.
