A charming, sweet song overflowed from her throat uncontrollably, her taut, bow-like body trembling violently as her silver-white hair carved a messy yet bewitching arc in the void.
She subconsciously stretched out a snowy-white arm, tightly wrapping it around Bai Qinchen's solid back, and hooked her slender legs around him as well. The suppressed sweet song in her mouth gradually transformed into a disjointed, soaring melody, and she actually began clumsily yet instinctively to coordinate with Bai Qinchen's attack rhythm.
Watching this ancient deity completely cast aside all divinity to display her unique, enchanting posture, Bai Qinchen's sense of accomplishment attained an unprecedented level of satisfaction.
While mercilessly launching fierce attacks, he lowered his upper body, and his free hand accurately grasped her steamed bun, which was jumping wildly along with the fierce assaults.
That astonishingly soft and full texture felt like agar condensed from the essence of time; every single kneading could draw an even higher-pitched song from the God of Time in his arms.
Bai Qinchen lowered his head to admire this peerless, beautiful scenery: that peerless countenance stained with rosy clouds, that pair of dazed, lost, and dazzling starry pupils, and the perfect steamed bun transforming into various shapes beneath his palm.
His Adam's apple rolled, his voice hoarse yet filled with undisguised praise and infatuation: "God of Time... you look truly beautiful like this."
Bai Qinchen's hoarse and infatuated praise felt like the final straw that crushed the camel, completely routing all the divinity and reserve the God of Time had constructed over hundreds of millions of years.
A shattered, high-pitched song overflowed from her throat, and those dazzling, beautiful eyes reflecting the birth and destruction of the river of stars abruptly constricted, as though myriad ancient stars were bursting apart entirely within the depths of