After finishing his harsh words to the National Guardian Saintess, Sun Zhe seriously invested in the business at hand.
He had long secretly vowed to give Mu Qingyan an unforgettable experience.
Therefore, he didn't rush to attack but grabbed little Sun Zhe with one hand, using the shiny, red mushroom to repeatedly tease the muddy petals up and down, producing a sticky, peculiar sound.
"Mmhm... Don't do that..."
Mu Qingyan felt as if her soul had vanished, with an unbearable itch deep inside as though scratched by a cat, her delicate head constantly shaking left and right, with a few strands of hair stuck by fragrant sweat on her neck and the corners of her lips, exuding a poignant beauty.
In just a short moment, Sun Zhe watched in awe as a tiny floral bud within the delicate petals began to sprout, stirring his heart, and he accelerated his pace.
"Uh-huh, stop it... Please, stop it!"
