The temperature of the water in the bath seemed not to drop as time passed... Because of the unknown constant-temperature design, the mist filling the bathroom gradually grew denser.
It was like stepping into a land of thick fog. Two figures could vaguely be seen pressed together at the edge of the bath... Strange moans and panting sounds occasionally drifted out.
"Dragon Sister... I feel like my body has become so strange... Just like last time..."
It felt like drinking a certain kind of lemon tea—after taking one sip, one could not help but continue sipping instinctively, again and again, until it felt wonderful. The True Dragon of Shenzhou was in precisely that state.
At first, her hands had only intended to take a little vengeful punishment, but before she knew it, she could no longer stop... Her hands seemed to have a will of their own, and she was becoming increasingly skilled at using her secret technique.
She simply could not stop, no matter how much she wanted to...
Bullying this Little Butterfly Demon felt far too wonderful.
"Mm..." The Little Butterfly Demon was already sprawled at the edge of the bath, completely limp, her small mouth slightly open. "Dragon Sister..."
At the same time, the two thin, multicolored butterfly wings on her slender back floated in the water like flower buds, waiting to bloom... Slowly, they began to unfurl.
Long Xiruo found another excuse for not being able to stop. "Oh? So you don't necessarily have to wait until you enter heat on your own—you can trigger it manually too? Looks like I'll have to study this properly."
But even she could fall victim to this strange powder if she was not careful... While the Little Butterfly Demon's wings were still in the water and had yet to