"I swear, if I have to breathe in this suffocating, disgusting stench of stale urine and wet rot for one more minute, I am going to melt these walls down just for some fresh air."
Gu Fan complained loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose as cold water dripped from the cracked stone ceiling to splash onto the filthy floor.
Bai Bing didn't hesitate for a single second, stepping forward in the dim light to wrap her arms around his broad waist. She pulled his face down, pressing his nose into the deep, soft cleavage of her icy blue dress.
"Then don't breathe the dungeon air, husband," Bai Bing whispered seductively, her massive breasts heaving against his chest as she looked up at him with pure, possessive lust. "Just bury your face here and only smell my scent until we burn this filthy place to the ground."
