Ling Yuan collapsed into Ye Qiu's arms, accepting his slick feeding.
Her throat bobbed, her red lips opening and closing.
Ye Qiu wrapped his right arm around Spirit Kite Douluo's waist. With a light flick of his fingers, the buttons fell away, and she felt the restraints on her body loosen.
His hand slipped beneath her armor, searching without pause.
Spirit Kite Douluo's heart tightened.
She let out a soft moan as her proud twin peaks stood erect.
Only after a long while did Ye Qiu raise his head and release her delicate red lips.
As he pulled away, crystalline saliva stretched between them.
Ye Qiu's hand remained between her twin peaks, gripping them in his palm as though liquid might spill through his fingers.
Ling Yuan trembled all over, breathing with her tongue out, exhaling waves of fragrant heat. Her eyes were hazy with intoxication, and the movements still grasping at her in his embrace left her unable to stand straight.
Ye Qiu did not control his strength.
He merely wanted to release the thing that had been suppressed within him for so long, simply and brutally.
Within the City of Slaughter, a place so inhuman, even with Ye Qiu's powerful Spiritual Power, it was inevitable that he would be affected.
It was only when he heard Hu Liena's voice that Ye Qiu regained a little of his senses.
He loosened his hold on Ling Yuan's voluptuous body slightly.
"Ye Qiu, you... you and Sister Ling Yuan..."
Hu Liena blushed furiously as she looked at Ling Yuan's reddened, even faintly purplish body.
There was a trace of apology in Ye Qiu's eyes. Green light bloomed from his hand and covered Ling Yuan's body. After he gently caressed her for a moment, the marks and reddish-purple bruises gradually faded.
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