Chapter 3: Vivid and Fragrant

The woman calling herself Wu'er let out low, panting pleas that reeked of intense dissatisfaction, her lewd moans deeply stimulating every nerve and desire of Cang Rui.

No man could resist such a temptation. Cang Rui's body suddenly lunged forward in a thrust, causing Feng Qingwu to let out a startled cry of pain.

Even though that impact was painful, it brought even more satisfaction. Her overflowing desires were fulfilled, making her feel as if she had flown into the heavens, drifting in a state of ethereal bliss for a long while.

The more lewd Feng Qingwu's moans became, the more violent Cang Rui's movements grew. This kind of death-defying entanglement would make an outsider think they were enemies trying to kill one another!

The moment Tang Yue opened her eyes, she saw this vivid, erotic scene—and it was a live-action version of sex.

In her excitement, Tang Yue felt an impulse to have a nosebleed.

Heavens! Although she had watched plenty of adult films, she had never seen a live-action version!

And she herself, at twenty-five years old, was still a virgin; if she told anyone, they probably wouldn't believe her.

Wait, something's wrong!

Why was she here? Wasn't she being besieged by Boss Heitou? Wasn't she struck by lightning? Shouldn't she be dead?

Her gaze instinctively swept the surroundings, and she froze. Antique-style decorations? What was going on?

Thinking this, her gaze drifted back to the man and woman entangled on the bed, landing on the man's head. His hair was actually tied up high, with long, messy strands lying flat against his naked back. This... this was clearly the hairstyle of an ancient man!

Ancient times!

This word made Tang Yue freeze again. What was happening now?

Furthermore, she was clearly right in front of these two people, yet they hadn't seen her. Were they just too deeply immersed?

Suddenly, connecting the dots, Tang Yue looked down at her own body. Upon seeing it, she understood instantly.

She was indeed dead, but why did she still have consciousness, and why was she in this inexplicable place? It was because she was now merely a wisp of a soul; her body was transparent, and mortals simply could not see her existence.

However, she was still puzzled—how did she end up here?

"Ah... mm... ah..."

Feng Qingwu's sudden, heightened cries immediately interrupted Tang Yue's thoughts, and her gaze followed the sound.

Feng Qingwu's snow-white legs were tightly hooked around Cang Rui's sturdy waist, while Cang Rui's hands gripped Feng Qingwu's waist tightly. The violent thrusting motions were so intense they were almost frightening to watch, making Tang Yue wonder: *Working this hard, aren't they afraid of throwing out their backs?*

As they worked hard, Tang Yue watched with interest; after all, movies could never be as stimulating as the real thing.

But with such powerful desire, aren't they afraid of courting death?

Gradually, the intense entanglement neared its end. After several violent thrusts, the man pulled himself out of the woman. He grabbed his member and shook it, spraying white liquid onto the woman's navel.

Both were panting heavily, clearly exhausted from this battle.

However, things didn't seem to have completely stopped. After only a brief pause, Cang Rui leaned down to lick the white liquid, moving down toward her private areas, licking with great relish.

This scene made Tang Yue unable to stop herself from gagging in nausea.

Even though she had seen plenty in movies, this real-life version was truly hard to stomach, sending goosebumps cascading down her skin.

Cang Rui finally stopped and lay down, while Feng Qingwu lay shyly against Cang Rui's firm chest.