That Baguette swelled rapidly at that instant, carrying a scorching temperature right to the depths of her throat.
Directly following that, countless streams of syrup poured without reservation into Mu Zimo's throat, rushing down her esophagus and into her stomach.
That portion was truly too astonishing, to the extent that even though she swallowed with all her might, still not a little syrup overflowed from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the luxurious collar at her chest.
With the final low growl, Bai Qinchen slowly withdrew the Baguette.
He did not end it just like that, but instead splashed all the remaining syrup onto Mu Zimo's exquisitely peerless little face without reservation, and even her cloud-like flowing hair failed to escape, stained with star-like white turbid specks.
Facing this ultimate humiliation, the wife of the formerly noble Child of Light actually did not reveal a fraction of disgust on her face.
Amidst Xuanyue's terrified gaze, Mu Zimo instead looked like a believer who had received a reward, and she difficultly slid that originally slender windpipe, "glug."
With a sound, she swallowed every wave of scorching syrup in her mouth down completely.
She docilely raised that face stained with impurities yet still movingly beautiful to the extreme, and slowly opened that ruddy little mouth toward Bai Qinchen and Xuanyue at the side who had long since stared foolishly.
The pink clove curled slightly, the inside of the oral cavity empty, and she was displaying to the two of them-she had swallowed all the spoils of war into her belly without leaving a single drop.
Bai Qinchen watched this scene, a satisfied gloomy light flashing in his eyes.
He reached out a hand, carrying the meaning of a reward, and gently pinched Mu Zimo's syrup-stained, slippery and warm little face. Having