Murong Yu gasped delicately, like a tender flower about to tumble in its fragility.
Zhang Xiaomeng suddenly noticed the dense forest, and a smile flittered across his lips. He gently bit Murong Yu's earlobe and whispered, "Yu'er, you seem to have gotten dirty here."
"I'll help you wash."
Upon hearing this, Murong Yu tried hastily to stop him, her hand feeble and limp.
She couldn't resist at all and was at Zhang Xiaomeng's mercy.
Before long, the stream murmured, and Murong Yu's body began to tremble.
Zhang Xiaomeng's hand caressed her voluptuousness, one hand unable to cover it completely.
"Yu'er, it seems this has grown bigger," he observed.
Murong Yu glared at him irritably, "It's all because of you."
Zhang Xiaomeng was surprised; Bai Lu's had also grown larger—could it be that I truly have a divine power that can make this area grow.
