"Sura, you're so beautiful." Ye Yinzhu exclaimed, slowly laying down and gently pressing himself onto Sura's body.
Sura's body was hot, like a volcano seemingly about to melt him. Her dark blue hair was spread out on both sides, the black wings on her back were lying flat silent. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she was enduring some pain.
Lifting his hand, Ye Yinzhu carefully smoothed out the creases between Sura's eyebrows, making her expression much softer. Seeing this absolute beauty before him, he didn't need to do anything, as his body had already displayed a man's instincts.
Phil Jackson's arrangement was undoubtedly perfect. Unfortunately, the great mage had forgotten one thing: his poor apprentice was still a virgin. Even though he had read some theoretical knowledge from books, Ye Yinzhu, who had never put those theories into practice, was somewhat at a loss about what should happen next.
