Zhao Dong felt a pang of heartache and pulled Qing Yu into his embrace. In the pitch-black dungeon, the two held each other close.
The temperature from the Earth Fire gradually rose. Several hours passed, and both were drenched in sweat, suffering from severe dehydration. Zhao Dong, being slightly stronger, was still managing to hold on, but Qing Yu's lips were already cracked, and she was on the verge of dying from it.
Zhao Dong was frantic. After a moment of thought, he hugged Qing Yu tightly and said apologetically, "Qing Yu, this is a matter of life and death. Please forgive my offense!"
With that, he took a deep breath and pressed his lips to hers.
"Mmph!" Qing Yu's delicate body trembled, her fading consciousness instantly snapping back into focus. In the next moment, she felt Zhao Dong's tongue pry open her mouth as a trickle of his saliva was sent inside.
Ah! What is Senior doing? How… how could he do this?
Qing Yu was so shocked she was about to push him away.
