Did she ever return?

This problem had been haunting Qianye like a lingering spirit. Even in the throes of inexplicable pleasure, the question still remained in his heart. “Has she returned? Did she ever leave?”

Qianye fell into a short lull of calmness after the peak of pleasure, and his thoughts became clearer. The Nighteye in his arms was changing constantly, transforming into people he was familiar with, and then into strangers. She squirmed gently in an attempt to move away—it seemed like she was completely exhausted yet also as though she was beckoning him to continue the battle.

She suddenly pushed Qianye away and jumped into the room. It wasn’t too strange that she would be fatigued, but she was moving too slowly in his eyes. Additionally, her leaping figure allowed him to see her body from an entirely new angle.

This allure was indefensible. Even though her body was also shifting just like her appearance, it couldn’t escape the image branded in Qianye’s memories. No matter how she changed, it was still Nighteye—he could never forget her.

Her flurried escape aroused...