Tang Feifei's chest heaved with anger!
I shouldn't have hoped for anything from this playboy!
A ring? Dream on!
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When he kissed Larilo just now, Qiu Tu noticed that the Evil God... seems a bit different from ordinary humans.
Their lips and bodies seem softer? More tender? Hotter?
So, even with such a simple trick, Qiu Tu felt an ultimate enjoyment.
'Is this the taste of an Evil God?'
'It's really not bad!'
Perhaps sensing Qiu Tu was awake, Larilo began moving with more vigor.
Soon enough, Qiu Tu surrendered, frothing at the mouth.
Ending the first battle, Qiu Tu wanted to have a good chat with Larilo, to ask why she returned.
However, before he could even speak, the next second, Larilo switched it up: using her white, ample bosom to comfort Qiu Tu's brother.
Qiu Tu was momentarily dazed, instinctively feeling something was off.
But..... Larilo wouldn't give him a chance to explain or resist, directly advancing, forcibly waking Qiu Tu's brother.
