"Xu Ran, have you gone mad? Let go of me." Bibi Dong squirmed, but her body rubbed against Xu Ran's, her pretty face growing redder and redder. This looked less like rejecting him and more like coyly resisting while inviting him closer, deliberately stirring his interest.
"I have gone mad. I was perfectly normal before, but seeing you drove me mad. Sometimes, I really want to throw caution to the wind." As Xu Ran spoke, his palm slid over Bibi Dong's pert buttocks, feeling those breathtaking curves. Compared with Huo Wu and the others, Bibi Dong's figure was far fuller and more voluptuous.
That mature, lovely bearing was something Huo Wu and the others could not match.
The regal grace of a Pope long accustomed to a life of luxury was also utterly captivating.
It simply made him unable to resist wanting to devour her whole.
"Xu Ran, you..." Bibi Dong's delicate body trembled slightly, her gaze wandering as she dared not meet his eyes. She had not expected Xu Ran to start getting handsy the moment he arrived. Although she had become familiar enough with him over these past days, she still was not quite used to it.
In particular, the tingling numbness coursing through her body like an electric shock left her struggling to maintain her composure.
All these years, she had devoted herself to cultivation and controlling Spirit Hall, never paying much attention to what her body felt. Even now that Xiao Gang had returned, she and Xiao Gang had never been together; they even had to stand several meters apart to speak, to avoid suspicion. Thus, the sensations Xu Ran suddenly brought her nearly made her heart's defenses crumble.
Had her self-control not been so strong, she might have cried out.
"What about me? Even though