Bing Lan steadied herself on the bridge's guardrail, nearly losing her balance.
She was supposed to be aloof, yet at this moment, Chen Mo was actually causing her to divert some of her attention so she wouldn't lose her footing.
Struggling not to think about the attack of Dragon Head, Bing Lan gazed at the boat passing beneath her, her eyes gradually growing hazy.
The harder she tried not to think about it, the more difficult it was to forget, a sentiment she was deeply experiencing at that moment.
"Oh... ah..."
This place was spacious enough for her to let out an appropriate shout, unheard by anyone.
Though her hand still clung to the railing, she was now completely leaning into Chen Mo's embrace, looking skyward with Xiu Mu, feeling utterly filled with desire, as her secret place began to secrete more rapidly, increasingly so, carried out by the thrusts of Dragon Crown.
There was already a trickle forming, albeit a very small one.
