Qin Piao was quite shrewd, and after using her mouth to block Luo Yang's, she then tried to take the opportunity to push him down.
But Luo Yang was prepared and sat as firm as a pine, rendering Qin Piao's all-out efforts to no avail.
After pushing for a while, Qin Piao felt somewhat tired.
She gasped for air, her breath brushing Luo Yang's face with a tingling sensation.
Moreover, her bosom, heaving with each breath, increased its pace of beating against Luo Yang's sturdy chest.
"Sister Piao, don't rush."
Luo Yang could only gently stroke Qin Piao's tender back.
"Then why did you carry me in here?" Qin Piao said with a grievance.
"Sister Piao, didn't you want to ask me something? It's better to talk about it here," Luo Yang said.
Upon hearing this reason, Qin Piao felt slightly disappointed.
She had been full of anticipation, already prepared for a long battle of three hundred rounds, only to find it was but a false alarm.
