Goldie, who was currently standing beside Mo Shuyan's unrecognizable corpse, stared silently at the setting sun.
Its golden-lit eyes seemed to contain intelligence, as though it were pondering something.
But soon, it heard a noise from behind the rock where its master had disappeared.
"…"
Goldie was already used to it, so it no longer felt curious.
The setting sun was far more interesting to it.
Behind the enormous rock—
A melodic, suppressed voice could be heard softly, accompanied by those familiar sounds of flesh colliding.
"Haa… haa… ugh~"
Fen Ziyan's breath trembled as she was currently bent forward with both hands pressed against the hard surface of the rock while her legs spread wide, completely naked.
Her silky black hair was untied, flowing down and covering her face.
Because of this posture, her curvaceous form was fully exposed as her pair of shapely, bare white breasts can be seen drooping downward as if pulled by gravity.
