Liu Fei'er felt her fullness being toyed with by Ye Tian's palm.
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she pushed Ye Tian away with force.
Possibly too forcefully.
She toppled backward.
"Ah~"
A panicked scream escaped from Liu Fei'er's throat.
At that moment, Ye Tian's right arm had already withdrawn from Liu Fei'er's tracksuit.
He grabbed Liu Fei'er's right hand and yanked her back.
The next second.
Liu Fei'er collided into his embrace.
Maybe it was a coincidence.
Liu Fei'er's elastic buttocks fit snugly against Ye Tian's Furious Dragon.
Initially, the Furious Dragon was showing signs of subsiding.
Now, feeling the wonder of Liu Fei'er's pert behind, Ye Tian's Furious Dragon instantly became stiff.
The dragon's head pressed hard against Liu Fei'er's backside.
"Goddess Liu, you must let me explain,"
Ye Tian said, looking down.
As they stood close, the warm breath from Ye Tian's words all funnelled into Liu Fei'er's ear.
