A soft moan escaped from Liu Rushuang's red lips, as if she had been waiting for a thousand years.
Zhang Xiaomeng, upon hearing this, was also quite excited.
He moved little by little towards Liu Rushuang, and his True Qi gradually entered her body.
Although Liu Rushuang was thirty years old this year, she had taken good care of herself, and her skin could even rival that of an eighteen-year-old girl.
Incredibly delicate and soft.
Zhang Xiaomeng kept kneading, and Liu Rushuang's breath grew heavier.
Her breathing became even more rapid.
"Xiaomeng, your technique feels like it's getting better and better." Liu Rushuang's exhales were as fragrant as orchids, and Zhang Xiaomeng thought to himself, you little minx, I'll make sure you have even more fun soon.
