Fang Yang smiled ambiguously, the corner of his mouth revealing a thick tease, as his scorching hot palm gently patted before landing once more upon Situ Danyue's perky and graceful buttocks.
This base, indeed so smooth and lustrous.
If added with black silk ice stockings, it would certainly greatly increase the attack speed, followed by reckless speeding.
"You!"
Situ Danyue's face flushed red, her eyes filled with shame and rage, as the Spiritual Energy in her meridians burst forth instantaneously, bringing a power fearless and unmatched.
She wanted to escape, to break free from her master's embrace and at the very least make her master's broad, burning palm release its grip from her buttocks, only to find she had no chance of escaping at all.
All her master did was extend a hand to wrap around her waist, and she felt as light as duckweed in the wind, with but a gentle breath from her master capable of blowing her existence away.
