Qian Ran hadn't told Dong'er that this was how Xiao Wu used to dress. Otherwise, Dong'er might get angry.
Qian Ran held Dong'er, playing with her legs clad in pink stockings. The pink high heels gave them a distinct appeal. Pink actually suited Wang Dong'er quite well, though blue and white were also good.
"You big pervert."
Wang Dong'er leaned against Qian Ran's chest, blushing, and let him do as he pleased.
"Qian Ran, do you think Tang San will come looking for us? He values Huo Yuhao so much. He probably won't let us off, will he?" The more Wang Dong'er thought about it, the more sorrowful she became, and the more she hated Tang San.
"No. Tang San can't come here. If he could come to the Douluo Continent whenever he wanted, would he have gone to such painstaking lengths with all those schemes?" Previously, Tang San could still have descended to the lower realm, but there was one problem: if the God of Destruction discovered it, all his planning would have been wasted. Now, however, the system had sealed off the Douluo Continent with a mysterious power. Even if Tang San wanted to come, he couldn't.
"What? Did you want us to be a pair of doomed lovebirds?" Qian Ran gave Wang Dong'er's firm, shapely bottom a squeeze.
"No! All right, I did have something like that in mind before. I was scared, okay?" Wang Dong'er poked out her little tongue in embarrassment. She had thought that, after giving herself to Qian Ran, even if her father came to kill them in the future, she would face death together with him.
Because she and Qian Ran had already experienced it together, she would have no regrets even if she died.
"How can you be so silly? Do