Although Wang Yan was no longer the naive young man he once was, seeing the white flesh on Imperial Censor Ji still made his blood rush, causing him to shiver momentarily.
However, the Power of Demon Patterns within Wang Yan immediately circulated, instantly bringing him back to clarity.
Yet, Wang Yan maintained a look of obsession on his face.
Imperial Censor Ji was accustomed to this expression. She shivered her body and took off her top, casually waving it in front of Wang Yan.
A faint fragrance immediately wafted into Wang Yan's nose.
With the scent entering his nose, Wang Yan instantly felt dizzy, on the verge of falling into a deep sleep.
"Enchanting Fragrance?" Wang Yan whispered in his heart.
Even if it wasn't Enchanting Fragrance, there must be something similar on Imperial Censor Ji's clothing.
Nonetheless, owing to Wang Yan's impressive cultivation, the fragrance in his body was expelled after just a moment.
