Because Wang Qing had already spread her legs to each side.
Thus Chen Mo, supporting his jade dragon, pressed its tip against the entrance of the peach blossom spring.
The inner passage of Wang Qing's peach blossom spring became narrower the further in it went.
Because of that, the outer passage seemed very large.
Therefore, Chen Mo merely nudged gently forward.
And found his jade dragon slide completely in.
Wang Qing's peach blossom spring seemed to wrap tightly around Chen Mo's jade dragon.
As if afraid that this long-lost treasure would suddenly vanish.
When Chen Mo's jade dragon had slid in about halfway,
he felt the space inside becoming exceedingly tight.
By then, Wang Qing's brow had already furrowed tightly.
Her little hands were also tightly clutching Chen Mo's arm,
showing an expression of her jaws locked tight.
Clearly, she was in a lot of pain at the moment.
Chen Mo immediately stopped moving forward and instead started caressing Wang Qing with one hand.
