After showing off his own majesty, the next step was to bestow grace.
To get miraculous results, you had to control the degree just right. Yan Xiaobei himself wasn't very clear on that degree, but the mysterious voice was completely at ease with this kind of procedure.
"Betty Scarlett, you're very gifted. Learn to make love with me… no, learn to cook… oh wait, that's not right either. Learn from me the way to become strong."
"What do you mean?"
Yan Xiaobei's words left Betty dumbfounded, at a loss, staring at Yan Xiaobei in confusion.
Yan Xiaobei didn't care about her gaze at all. He walked to the bed and sat down, controlling Betty's body, making her stand up, pull over a chair, and sit facing him.
Betty grew even more nervous, but her body no longer belonged to her. The more nervous she felt inside, the more powerless she felt.
