If it were Tang Ruan or Qi Yue in the bed, Gu Qing wouldn't mind at all. In fact, she'd even go over and gently help out to take their experience to the next level.
But this was Shirel, and Gu Qing didn't like her.
Gu Qing said coldly, "Shirel, are you condensing your bloodline or just taking the opportunity to enjoy yourself? When are you going to finish condensing?"
Shirel was trembling, her mouth open, unable to speak for a long moment.
When the feeling finally passed, she complained to Gu Qing, "Your Lord isn't giving me his Genes. How am I supposed to condense?"
Then she turned to Zhao Chi in feigned anger, "Can't you be a little faster? You're such a creep."
'What was that supposed to mean?'
Zhao Chi felt completely innocent.
He had thought Shirel was inexperienced, so he had been intentionally gentle.
He never expected her to say something like that.
'Fine, no more holding back.'
Shirel's dazed eyes suddenly flew wide open as she stared at Zhao Chi in disbelief.
