"Still not done?"
Who knew how much time had passed? Inside the cave,
Ling Shuang crouched on the ground, a faint look of resentment on her pretty face.
As an Eighth-Order Grandmaster, she had worked so hard, yet Xu Jingming still stood tall and firm.
More importantly, this was not comfortable at all.
Why had Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chuxuan looked like they were enjoying themselves so much back then?
With Ling Shuang's help,
although Xu Jingming's heart was still filled with negative emotions, his condition had improved considerably.
Yet when he looked at Ling Shuang half-kneeling before him, he found it somewhat unbelievable.
How had things suddenly developed to this point?
"Teacher Ling, let's stop here. I feel that the side effects of the divine blood can already be suppressed."
Xu Jingming could not help but speak up.
"The side effects can already be suppressed?"
Looking at the crimson in Xu Jingming's eyes, which had not faded in the slightest, as well as the shadow looming before her, Ling Shuang did not believe him at all.
"Forget it. Since we've already come this far, I can only see this through to the end..."
After pondering for a moment, Ling Shuang gently bit her red lips with pearly teeth, her pretty face growing even more flushed.
She reached her right hand behind her waist and continued pulling down the zipper that had stopped there.
After pulling it all the way down, she removed her combat suit and tossed it aside, then gently slipped off the rest of her close-fitting clothes.
In just a moment, a breathtakingly delicate body appeared before Xu Jingming.
Her skin was as fair as snow, like a freshly peeled egg—soft enough to seem breakable at a touch, glowing with a captivating sheen.
The full, rounded curves