The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 1537

By morning, Stacy woke up lying on the ground of a cave alone. Somewhat remembering the night before, she immediately checked her body under the man's robe covering her body. Her eyes started welling with tears as she sighed in relief. Still she was dressed. Although most of her clothes was torn, she still got her underwear. That just meant her body was untouched by any man. Safe, pure, and she was still a virgin. No man dared to touch her.

She felt so touched and grateful as she remembered that young man.

If that young man hadn't stepped out, Sexton might have violated her. That lousy and rough guy had been harassing her since she could remember. And last night, he was more aggressive than before.

Stacy held the robes closer to her body. Thinking about Sexton made her shiver. The thought of him touching her against her will was frightening and disgusting, almost making her want to vomit. If that Sexton had even touched a little skin of hers, she preferred to die!

In the eyes of the beautiful and noble girl such as Stacy Ren herself, keeping her purity was more important than keeping her own life.

So she regarded that young man for saving her life, and more importantly, her purity.

But when she thought about him with a fuzzy memory, Stacy seemed to have a mixed feeling about him in her mind. She was really confused.

They didn't have sex, alright, but the two of them had been so close with proximity she should never allow but did.

To top it all off, their lips had touched each other for a passionate, lingering kiss. And what was worse for Stacy was that she was the one who started the kiss.

The feeling still lingered. The spark, the lightness, the excitement. She had never experienced anything like that. It was the most exciting moment of her life.

Everything felt like a dream, even the kiss. But after she woke up, she found herself to be nearly burned. Her whole body was so burning hot!

With just a few moments, Stacy knew that she had some feelings for the young man that she could not express in mere words.

She was unaware of what that was. Maybe hatred? Complaint? Or gratitude?

Even with the intelligence she had, she could not tell. She knew something was happening to her, but what was that? It seemed just at the tip of her tongue, but she just couldn't say it.

She could remember some details about what had happened.

That young man was the first one who had seen her body almost naked.

He was the man who had her first kiss.

The first man who had experienced intimacy with her.

The following days after that incident, she seemed to be in a trance, as if she wasn't in the real world yet, and was swimming in her dreams. When she closed her eyes, Stacy would always remember that young man. Not his face, not his eyes nor his lips. But his figure seemed to have imprinted on her mind. And the feelings he had brought to her.

She was eager to look for the young man... but where to start?