"It was that Little Fire Snake," the two said in unison.
Snakes were lustful by nature, especially a Little Fire Snake that had grown up immersed in fire crystal. She had not given it much thought at first, but now she had no choice. She opened her Heaven-and-Earth Bag and pulled the Little Fire Snake out. Just as she was about to crush it to death, she stopped and tossed it back into the bag.
Somewhat agitated, Qian Wanyu sat cross-legged, intending to calm herself.
Qing Mo had never seen her so restless. Pointing at Dongfang Minghui, who was sleeping soundly, utterly unaware of what had happened, Qing Mo said, "Isn't there a ready-made beauty right in front of you for you to enjoy? I can pretend I know nothing."
Had the other person possessed an adult body, Qing Mo would have had no opportunity to gloat.
But she still could not bring herself to lay a hand on Ninth Sister in her childhood form.
Qian Wanyu forced herself into meditation, but bodily desire was not something she could stop at will. Those soul-stealing poses and the unrestrained pleasure of climax surged through her mind in waves. Having tasted the marrow, she craved more, lingering over it and unable to leave.
"Ah... Seventh Sister."
"Slow... down."
Their past lovemaking was like delicious fruit, giving off a rich fragrance that drew her in. Her reason crumbled bit by bit. Beads of sweat appeared on the tip of Qian Wanyu's nose, and her fingers dug into her flesh.
She desperately told herself it was all because of that Little Fire Snake.
Yet that graceful, exquisite figure kept expanding in her mind.
She abruptly opened her eyes. Endless desire had flooded her dark, fathomless gaze.
Dongfang Minghui, lost in a lovely dream,