"Good," Curtis said softly. "Let them drink it for a few more days."
Bai Qingqing was happy to hear that. Was the problem so easily resolved?
But then again, what did he mean by "Good"?
Very quickly though, Bai Qingqing's doubts were addressed by him when she felt a chilly sensation on her leg as his palm made its way up her lap.
"Ah!" Bai Qingqing let out a startled cry, her breathing instantly getting messed up.
"What are you doing?"
As she spoke, he had already felt his way up her private part, reaching into the interior of her little snakeskin underwear. Following that, a slim, long, and smooth finger reached into her body.
The touch was icy and cool, just like Curtis's temperament—cold and direct.
"Us snake beastmen have too high a conception rate. We do it one time, and you're bound to get pregnant. I get jealous every time you mate with that leopard."
Bai Qingqing froze for a moment. Jealous? So that was how he felt.
