In the wilderness, this lone man and woman inevitably have some different thoughts.
Moreover, his relationship with this sister was already very subtle.
"Why not find an excuse later and sleep in the same tent with her?"
As the Yang Qi within him grew restless, Sun Zhe's thoughts became more plentiful, especially when recalling her ethereal elegance with her skirt fluttering among the flowers, the Yang Qi within him almost ignited.
"Ah!"
Just as he was lost in thought, Leng Yuening's scream suddenly came from behind the tree.
"Yuening, what's wrong?"
A shock hit Sun Zhe's heart, promptly halting his wayward thoughts, and he rushed over, seeing Leng Yuening's graceful body slightly crouched, clutching her meat-colored pantyhose that had slipped to her knees, staring blankly into the dense forest, her entire body seemed frozen.
Following Leng Yuening's gaze, a shiver ran through him, causing his scalp to tingle.
