Such "wanton" words made Li Tianming's old face flush red, while black mist once more filled his eyes.
All around him, people were holding his hands and tugging at his clothes. At that moment, a delicate body crashed into his embrace—it was Weisheng Moran.
She said nothing. Her eyes were open as she raised her head, those watery eyes gazing at Li Tianming.
That look contained endless dependence, pleading, deep affection, and innocence.
That single glance was enough to surpass a thousand words.
"She's so good at this." Yinghuo grew excited.
"Even my kitty heart is stirred. I don't think Little Li can hold out. These fifty are all top-grade mounts!" Miaomiao and Yinghuo discussed it enthusiastically.
Red mist, soft songs and graceful dances, the sisters' clumsy sincerity, and that panicked, bewildered little fish suddenly crashing into his arms.
Li Tianming could only say that this scene was truly beautiful.
Perhaps it was also because of wicked thoughts. His eyes were full of black mist, and the corners of his lips curled upward. His hands, without his noticing, wrapped around that slender waist, startling Weisheng Moran into a soft moan. She lowered her head, her cheeks bright red.
"What are you doing? I can't see a thing! Boss, I'm pulling your pants off, okay?"
Lanhuang was tied up by Li Tianming's long pants. It was frantic enough to bite a hole in the knee, straining to look outside.
"...!"
All he could say was that Lanhuang's voice was too loud.
So loud that Li Tianming's ears rang.
"Damn, that was careless."
In his shock, the black mist in his eyes suddenly dispersed. Li Tianming's gaze cleared, and when he looked down, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
All four lifebound beasts were still on him. What could he