During that kiss, Ling Yu completely lost track of time. The instant the final line of defense was breached, his mind exploded. The unparalleled stimulation made his body tremble slightly, his face flush crimson, his brain begin to starve for oxygen, and the world before his eyes spin upside down.
Until he nearly rolled his eyes.
Ling Yu felt weak all over, utterly unable to muster any strength. Damn it, this was the second time. As a man, this was the second time he had been reduced to such a state.
Was being young enough reason to be bullied?
At that moment, he made an incomparably firm decision. Once he grew up, if he did not make these two women have seven or eight children, then he would not be a man!
Looking at the boy in her arms, seemingly thoroughly toyed with, the woman finally regained most of her clarity. There was some guilt in her eyes. After all, Ling Yu was still just a child. But whenever she thought of the twenty years she had waited, that faint sense of guilt was completely suppressed.
"Hmph!"
Liu Erlong snorted coldly through her nose, carried Ling Yu to the bed, and carefully laid him down. She made no attempt to conceal her own body, displaying before him perfect curves that would make every woman in the world sigh in inferiority.
"Have you already taken that demoness Bibi Dong as your master and joined Spirit Hall?"
Ling Yu was still dazed. His gaze was fixed tightly on the body before him, even fuller than that woman from Spirit Hall's, yet with not the slightest bit of excess around the waist. Perfect!
"Mhm!"
Ling Yu nodded involuntarily, and the sight made a triumphant smile curl across Liu Erlong's lips.
"Then tell me,