"Jing, Zixian is still outside. If we disappear, she'll be worried." Mu Qianyue lay weakly in his arms, as Nalan Jing lifted his head from her chest with a charming smile, "Don't worry about her."
"Ah..." Mu Qianyue couldn't help but cry out as the heat from his tongue spread through her, making her shiver uncontrollably.
In the vast chaotic space, a scene of springtime passion unfolded.
After several rounds of intense exercise, Mu Qianyue was exhausted, lying weakly in his embrace. She slightly lifted her eyes and glared at him in frustration. This guy didn't know how to hold back at all, like an insatiable Taotie, tormenting her until her waist was almost broken.
"Dear, you can't blame me for this. Who told you to be so alluring, making it impossible for me to control myself each time?" Nalan Jing tightly embraced her, a contented post-meal smile lingering at the corner of his lips.
