"Huff...whew..."
"Huff...whew..."
Ye Zhen breathed heavily through his nose, staring fixedly at Miaoyu with a somewhat vacant look, forgetting even to receive the spiritual tea she handed over.
At this moment, Miaoyu also noticed the strangeness of Ye Zhen, her face turning pink with embarrassment at his stare, shyly lowering her head with an expression of demure shyness.
This kind of shy demeanor acted as a catalyst for any normal man, let alone Ye Zhen who had been alone for over half a year, and as a martial artist, his blood qi was exceedingly vigorous, making his needs in this respect even more intense than those of an average man.
With a heavy breath, Ye Zhen's palm reached for Miaoyu's fragrant shoulder, the skin smooth and slightly cool to the touch.
"Young Master!"
Miaoyu let out a soft moan, presenting herself in a posture that invited his advances. In that instant, Ye Zhen felt an urge to push Miaoyu down.
