"Ah?" Zhu Qing stared at Xu Wendong, dumbfounded, her clear pupils trembling slightly: "Didn't we... just finish?"
"That was a long time ago." Xu Wendong pulled Zhu Qing into his embrace and gave her a passionate French kiss.
Meanwhile, his hands skillfully removed her dress.
Although Zhu Qing initially resisted a little, because she knew Xu Wendong's prowess was overwhelming, worried she might not be able to handle it.
But.
She also wanted to have Xu Wendong to herself once.
Especially wanting to feel that shudder of warmth.
This time, Xu Wendong did not restrain his desires, even speeding up, surrendering after barely over twenty minutes.
He was worried that Zhongli might suddenly return while they were dual cultivating, and it was precisely this thought that unexpectedly brought him a thrill of illicitness.
Of course.
Zhu Qing also thoroughly enjoyed this union belonging to her and Xu Wendong.
Experiencing the scorching pleasure irrigating her soul!
