Qinghe's face turned pale for a moment as she took a step back. Despite fearing, she hadn't forgotten the purpose of her visit, "Where is Mei Zhehao?"
"Oh, look at this little girl pining for her lover, haha. That kid doesn't even have a full set of body hair, how could he satisfy you? Why not stick with Big Brother here? I'll make sure you live the high life, swagger all you want, and give you nights of explosive pleasure, haha." The man who had just finished his business in the woods came back and was instantly inflamed with desire upon seeing the girl who was like an Angel. Damn, such pure innocence—it makes one wonder what it would taste like to have this Saintess writhing beneath him.
Qinghe's eyes turned steely as she pulled out a small yellow bottle from the box, pinching it between two fingers and pretending to be tough; "Where is Mei Zhehao? If I don't see him, you can forget about getting this."
