"What's the matter, getting frisky?" Teng Yuangxiang whispered into Jing Xiang's ear while quickly reaching down and groping her between the legs, having noticed early on that this woman was weak-willed. Even with power, she was the type who dared not talk back to others, born to be the miserable sort who always gets the short end of the stick.
"What are you doing?" Jing Xiang complained about Teng Yuangxiang's action, barely raising her voice in front of Tang Zheng, afraid to speak up and reprimand someone.
"Just joking around," Teng Yuangxiang said, glancing at Tang Zheng and deciding not to bother Jing Xiang further.
Because scattered bugs kept attacking, the Conquerors split into three groups, taking turns to guard the fleet.
"The pressure on the Instant Noodle Squad must be even greater, why don't they fall back?" Lu Fan could guess the predicament Tong Ping and his group faced from the corpses left behind.
