"Hm? What is it?"
Qiao Xixi lifted her hazy, watery eyes.
Feiyan didn't want to get distracted at this final moment, but more than his own ultimate pleasure, he was concerned about the change in Qiao Xixi's body. It could potentially be harmful to her.
"Xixi, a strange totem appeared on your lower back. Just now... when you were close, it became much clearer."
Qiao Xixi furrowed her brow slightly. She had indeed felt a scorching heat on her lower back just moments ago, which had also left her confused.
"What does it look like? Is it still there?"
"Yes, but the color faded after we stopped."
Qiao Xixi was even more surprised. She shifted forward, suppressing her body's desire, and asked Feiyan to fetch a piece of parchment and a safflower stalk. The safflower stalk was like a red pen, capable of drawing on the parchment.
