At this moment, the sky outside the window has completely darkened. Lady Rose sweetly snuggled in Shen Qiang's embrace, her delightful expression and charming face inexplicably stirred a touch of warmth in Shen Qiang's heart.
After all, regardless if she was wanton, selling her body for money, or even if she was a femme fatale.
But at this moment, she looked no different from a blissful little woman.
Just as Shen Qiang was pondering whether he was mistaken, perhaps all of this had nothing to do with the homicidal maniac at Doushi Temple, maybe Lady Rose simply wanted to cuckold her husband.
A majestic and solemn atmosphere suddenly erupted from the wall lined with mirrors beside the bedroom.
Making Shen Qiang, lying on the bed, instantly feel as if he were being crushed by a mountain.
Not only that.
What amazed Shen Qiang even more.
The aura soared into the sky.
The wall lined with mirrors suddenly collapsed.
