Twin female zombies come to the door: My lord, please have mercy!

At 1 p.m., on the top floor of Jiangzhou International Financial Center, in the VIP area for international haute couture brands.

The floor here is covered with thick, handmade wool carpets that make no sound when you step on them.

The air was filled with the scent of expensive, high-end fragrances.

Several sales assistants, dressed in matching black uniforms and wearing professional smiles, lined up and waited at the entrance of the sales area.

The moment Lin Ye and his group stepped into the mall, the previously bustling crowd fell into a momentary silence.

Lin Ye walked at the front. Although he was only wearing a minimalist work uniform, his restrained aura as a Pure Yang Master made passersby instinctively feel a sense of oppression and subconsciously step aside to make way for him.

Behind him, the two terrifying creatures, one large and one small, along with a Miao girl, significantly enhanced the street's aesthetic appeal and eeriness.

Leng Yue had no interest in the flashing neon lights and holographic projections around her; her slender fingers occasionally brushed against the glass counter.

Her deep red eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, were as indifferent as ice, as if this dazzling world was nothing more than a fleeting silhouette in her long life.

"Sister, that woman who wears perfume smells so fake, like a rotten flower."

Froststar sidled up to Coldmoon and whispered something.

As they passed a designer perfume counter, several socialites who were trying out the fragrances were about to point and whisper about these people dressed in "strange clothes".

But when Leng Yue glanced at him casually, the overwhelming pressure from the top-tier level of the Drought Demon swept over her.

It made them feel as if their hearts were being gripped by icy claws, and they froze on the spot, their faces turning deathly pale. Only after Lin Ye and the others had gone far away did they dare to breathe heavily.

This is what is known as the "distinction between immortals and mortals." Even if the murderous intent is restrained, this fear rooted deep in the soul still makes ordinary people tremble with fear.

Fatty Wang acted as both a laborer and driver, hiding the butcher knife inside his oversized sports jacket.

He sank into the deepest part of the leather sofa in the rest area, holding a cup of freshly ground Blue Mountain coffee and gulping it down.

His eyes kept scanning the dresses priced in the six figures, and he kept clicking his tongue in amazement.

"Goodness, these few rags together are enough to buy a studio apartment in the old town. The world of the rich is truly incomprehensible."

Ayougu was staring at a huge floor-length mirror, agonizing over a black bodycon mini-skirt studded with rhinestones.

The Miao silver ornaments on her neck and wrists jingled loudly, attracting frequent glances from several sales assistants.

She tugged at the tight hem of her skirt in frustration, complaining loudly:

"The clothes in this city are so tight that you can hardly breathe, and your hands and feet are completely bound. If you encounter an enemy who uses witchcraft, you can't even move freely to pick out insects. Wearing this to fight is just asking for death."

Lin Ye sat on a single sofa flipping through a fashion magazine, replying without looking up:

"Tonight we're going out for dinner, no one's asking you to use poison. Go change into that Miao-style embroidered long dress, and don't leave your jar of poisonous insects in their shop."

Froststar lingered in front of a row of Gothic Lolita dresses.

The little girl picked and chose among a pile of pink and white dresses, and finally pulled out a blood-red tutu with a dark cross printed on the hem.

She ran up to Lin Ye, clutching her skirt, her eyes sparkling, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth:

"Brother-in-law, the color of this dress is like freshly drawn heart's blood, Froststar loves it!"

Lin Ye helplessly reached out and ruffled her silver and blue twin ponytails, then pushed her shoulders toward the fitting room: "If you like it, go change. After you change, I'll take you downstairs to buy ice cream."

After settling the two troublemakers, Lin Ye turned his gaze to the quietest corner of the room.

The sales manager was nervously holding one of the store's prized possessions, leading Leng Yue toward the largest VIP fitting room at the end of the corridor.

It was a deep, dark blue velvet evening gown, as dark as the night sky.

The cut perfectly fits the curves of the human body, with a large open back held together by only a few thin black crisscrossing straps.

This design is extremely demanding on the wearer's figure; any more would make them look fat, and any less would make them look too bulky.

Leng Yue took the dress, her deep red eyes sweeping lightly over her reflection in the mirror before turning and stepping into the fitting room.

Ten minutes passed, and the fitting room door remained closed.

Just as the sales manager was about to knock on the door to inquire, a soft call, tinged with embarrassment and coldness, came from inside.

"My lord...could you come in and help me?"

These words, spoken in the quiet haute couture section, instantly caused the eyes of several sales assistants to become meaningful.

Lin Ye closed the magazine and stood up.

Ignoring the fat man's gossipy gaze, which seemed to say, "Brother, take it easy," he pushed open the slightly ajar frosted glass door of the fitting room and locked it behind him.

The fitting room was quite spacious, but the temperature dropped below freezing the moment Lin Ye stepped in.

The cool fragrance of the red spider lily reached its peak, hitting right in the head.

Leng Yue stood with her back to the door.

The dark blue velvet dress hung precariously on her arm, the intricate ribbons on the back completely tangled together.

The thin straps dug into her fair and delicate flesh, leaving eye-catching marks with a faint red tinge.

She tilted her head slightly, her usually ruthless eyes now shimmering with tears, a hint of unconcealed shyness in the corners.

"These modern clothes are too complicated; I can't untie the knot at the back."

Lin Ye's Adam's apple bobbed heavily as he strode forward.

His chest pressed against her smooth, flawless back.

The scalding, pure yang body temperature was transmitted over a mere millimeter, causing the drought demon's extreme yin energy within Leng Yue's bones to instinctively surge and resist.

Two completely opposite streams of energy collided violently in the cramped fitting room, creating a sticky feeling that made it hard to breathe.

Lin Ye stretched out his large, well-defined hand and used his fingertips to pick up the black ribbon that was embedded in his snow-white skin.

The rough fingertips inevitably brushed against her sensitive shoulder blades.

The cool, slippery touch, accompanied by a slight shiver, traveled from his fingertips straight to Lin Ye's central nervous system.

"Don't move, the knot is very tight."

Lin Ye's voice was low and husky, his hot breath spraying onto the back of Leng Yue's fair ear.

Leng Yue covered her chest with both hands, clutching the front of her dress tightly.

She bit her rosy lower lip, letting out a very low and seductive moan from deep in her throat.

This voice shattered her thousand-year-old icy exterior, revealing a coquettish charm that stirred the heartstrings.

Lin Ye patiently untied the knot little by little.

Each swipe of his finger sent a shiver down his spine.

Her body gradually went limp, her center of gravity shifted backward, and she leaned completely against Lin Ye's broad and firm embrace.

"My lord..."

Leng Yue raised her long, swan-like neck, her silvery-white hair tangling around Lin Ye's wrist.

Her eyes were half-closed, and the breath she exhaled from between her lips carried a deadly sweetness and dependence.

"Is it untied?"

Lin Ye did not answer.

His hands slid down her shapely waistline, grasped the edge of the dress, and pulled it upwards little by little until the dark blue velvet perfectly clung to her breathtaking hips and waist.

In the full-length mirror of the fitting room, two figures, one in black and one in white, were tightly intertwined.

Lin Ye lowered his head, a cool and soft touch blooming on his earlobe, and Leng Yue took the initiative to raise her cheek and offer her red lips.

Their saliva mingled, and the sound of water was faint.

In this forbidden setting, separated only by a glass door and where the footsteps of outsiders could be heard at any moment, this secret touch fermented into an intense and intoxicating experience.

Only when the fat man's voice came from outside the door did Lin Ye reluctantly loosen the restraints and straighten the last of the straps for her.

As she stepped out of the door, Leng Yue, now fully dressed, stunned the entire audience.

The dark blue velvet accentuated her snow-white skin and silver hair, exuding a deadly nobility amidst her cold beauty, making those luxury items worth tens of thousands of dollars seem priceless and imposing.

They paid by card and left with their purchases.

As dusk settles and the city lights begin to twinkle.

At the Jiangzhou Grand Hotel's rooftop banquet hall, in front of the magnificent golden gates, luxury cars from all walks of life gathered, and celebrities and dignitaries moved about in droves.