Facing Su Yan's defiant behavior, Chen Mo could only laugh it off with a shrug, "Shall I take a shot then?"
"You can shoot anytime? I don't believe... Ah!"
Before she could finish speaking, Chen Mo's Dragon Breath had erupted, and her delicate body, which had been lying on top of Chen Mo, thrust out of the water, with droplets of water sliding off her round peaks, her skin as smooth as jade, unable to retain any moisture.
At the same time, her jade-like arms propped against Chen Mo's chest, her abdomen contracting rhythmically.
The secret realm within the jade gates was also awakened by this sudden assault, clamping shut while the tender flesh inside squeezed against the jade dragon, in layers and ridges, as if an invisible hand was stroking, determined to drain all the essence from the jade dragon.
Su Yan's cry was particularly piercing due to the utter lack of mental preparation.
