Those devoted to cultivation must start their practice early in the morning.
With Xue Zhenmei's sweet tongue in his mouth, Lu Yang instantly entered a special cultivation state.
He was now highly sensitive to stimulation, slight as it might be, and as long as the source of stimulation was within his threshold, entering the special cultivation state was not difficult at all.
Of course, stimulation from Lin Qingxue was an exception.
But Xue Zhenmei wasn't satisfied with just kissing.
Her hands had already delved into Lu Yang's pants, seizing the proudly waving little Lu Yang and beginning to fiddle with it.
It was as if she had found her favorite toy, utterly unable to let go.
A few minutes later.
The two, panting heavily, temporarily parted with their lips still connected by strands of saliva.
But it was obvious that Xue Zhenmei was extremely aroused.
Craddling Lu Yang's face, she kept licking it with her tongue, intermittently calling out "good son, good son."
