The stairwell was quiet except for the breathing of Ye Tian and Zhang Yun.
After Zhang Yun squatted down, her lips were precisely level with the tent that was pushing against Ye Tian's trousers.
She extended her jade hand and simultaneously took off Ye Tian's trousers and underwear.
The ferocious Furious Dragon sprang directly onto her face.
"You little bad boy, your filthy thing is really hard, it even hurt me," she said.
Zhang Yun took the invigorated Furious Dragon into both of her hands.
Ye Tian checked the surroundings for cameras, then said, "Sister Yun, since it has hurt you, now you should teach it a good lesson for me."
"Make sure you teach it to bow and admit its wrongs."
Zhang Yun's cheeks flushed as she rolled her eyes at Ye Tian; her lips approached the Furious Dragon and her tongue extended, licking the head of the Furious Dragon like licking an ice pop, over and over.