"Um... ah..."
Breezy murmurs linger in the night, undulating endlessly.
The night outside the tent is as dark as ink, yet inside, the light is bright.
Sun Zhe is kneeling with his legs apart, drenched in sweat. Two long and beautiful legs, as if jade pillars, are tightly clamped under his arms, like a farmer with a plow.
His flexible, rhythmic waist moves as if equipped with an electric motor, forever untiring.
He discovers that since mastering the Celestial Yin Technique, Leng Yuening's combat prowess has significantly increased, catching him off guard in the rush.
In just twenty minutes, the unusual tight moisture pushes him to his limits, leading him to let out a strange howl and collapse, convulsing intensely on Leng Yuening.
"Oomph! Ah, ah, ah..."
However, with a torrent of fiery magma pouring in, Leng Yuening can't help but tremble like a blossoming branch, clutching Sun Zhe tightly, her sharp and beautiful fingernails leaving red marks on his back.
