If only this woman wasn't Cai Qiong! Wang Jian only had one thought in his mind. If he hadn't treated this woman like a brother before, he wouldn't be at such a disadvantage right now, with her having him right where she wanted him. He would have dared to pounce on anyone else.
The more playful Cai Qiong became, the more embarrassed Wang Jian grew. Every time he tried to move, he could feel her deliberately tightening her grip, refusing to let him budge.
This constant back-and-forth was enough to test a Saint's patience, and Wang Jian was no Saint, especially with Cai Qiong deliberately toying with him.
"How is it?" Cai Qiong had obviously noticed the change in Wang Jian's expression. That sword of his was particularly hot, as if imbued with Magic. Holding it in her hand, she felt a distinct pulse, as if it were a living thing.
