Luo Li attended to Sister Lin's bathing, gently wiping her skin. When she saw the marks on her body, she couldn't help but blush and exclaimed softly, "That Liu Mang is so hateful, treating you so roughly, Sister Lin. I really should have killed him with a knife earlier!"
Sister Lin smiled slightly and didn't bother to explain. Those matters of intimate love between men and women – whether they were tender or rough, how could Luo Li, a young girl like her, understand?
Luo Li began to grumble, "I just don't get it, why can so many people not do it, yet Liu Mang can assimilate the Black Dragon Soul? What's so special about him? Why does it have to be him? Why can't it be someone else?"
"It looks like you really hate him," Sister Lin said.
