"What? Dual cultivation?" she was shocked to hear the term. "No, we can't do that!"
Renxian increasingly nudged her against the wall, "Isn't this our agreement, Your Highness?" The man spoke in a tone that was not too loud, almost a whisper. "So this is what makes me feel delighted."
"But... I'm not so sure... to do it right now." She averted her stare, unable to fix at Renxian who was right next to her with a flushed face.
"In that case," both of Yuxin's hands were folded on her back, restrained by his right hand while the other began to grope her waist. "You might need some stimulation."
She gasped when Renxian's hand traced down her ass, massaging it in tenderness. Every movement drives her to breathe irregularly, a soft moan escaping from her mouth pressed against the wall. The mound of fat is so succulent, that even Renxian could not hold on to smash it.
