Guigui stepped over triumphantly, pressing the clone beneath him: "Do you admit defeat, little beauty? Who leads, who follows?"
The clone pleaded for mercy: "You're the leader..."
Guigui kissed happily: "Good girl."
Zhao Changhe opened his mouth, then closed it.
What is this, self-attacking and self-receiving?
However, the scene of self-attacking and self-receiving did not occur. After San Niang kissed down, the dual forms shimmered with luminous ripples and quickly merged into one. San Niang giggled, dominating the man, clasping his shoulder as she laughed: "Is it fun?"
Zhao Changhe asked: "Are you playing?"
"Not entirely. I let the thoughts of the two bodies manifest, naturally showing like this. I intentionally controlled the main body more; otherwise, the main body would be too lazy to talk to her, and both sides would evolve their characteristics to extremes."
Zhao Changhe listened and felt somewhat worried: "Might this cause a mental split?"
