After adjusting her position at the groin area, Mu Qingtong turned her head, her pale gold eyes glancing with intrigue at the Golden-skirted Goddess. There was not the slightest hint of shame as she thought, in a faint voice:
"Seems like you're not very angry."
"Angry?"
The tone of the Golden-skirted Goddess gradually became more gentle, and she smiled, "Why would I be angry with a dead person?"
"Is that so," Mu Qingtong lightly nodded her head.
But the breathing of the Mr. Xia in her arms became more and more rapid, his warm breath skimmed over the surface of her skin, causing her to frown and tightly embrace Mr. Xia's black-haired head with her jade-white, lotus-like arm, her fingers sinking into his hair, her beautiful eyes unfocused.
"Be gentle," she patted the back of Mr. Xia's neck, commanding.
In the darkness, the pheromones produced by the Green Breath kept tempting Xia Feng, making him crave for everything about Miss Mu, no longer able to hear any sound.
