But just as she started to savor this delicious feeling again, how could she possibly let it go so easily?
She spoke, parting her warm lips, "So what should we do? Is there any way to get you to produce a bit more Yang Qi?"
Qin Qi's mouth twitched.
This Yan Shuiming's appetite is really something—can't she take it easy for once?
Qin Qi could only force a smile, "Then I'm afraid I'll need a few days to recover first."
But Yan Shuiming seemed not to hear Qin Qi's words at all, her gaze quickly locked on that huge, throbbing thing of his.
Once she laid eyes on it, her eyes instinctively gleamed.
She licked her red lips, "But I can see there's still some very robust Yang Qi on this thing! Tell me, if I suck here, might I get some more?"
Qin Qi shuddered all over, "Senior, yes, there's Yang Qi there, but only a little residue. If you insist on sucking, it'll start draining my Primordial Energy!"
