Wang Xiaoqiang's scalp tingled, and he hurriedly turned around and bolted.
In the night, his fleeing figure resembled a drawn bow.
After running a distance, Wang Xiaoqiang had to stop to catch his breath. It wasn't because he was panic-stricken, but rather because it was uncomfortably taut below. Running bent over like that was torture for a man, a real ordeal.
The environment a moment ago, the words of Li Xianghong, and her pressing up against him were all too tempting. They made Wang Xiaoqiang feel light in the bones, and the two Five Elements Spiritual Springs almost surged to his lower abdomen at the same time.
If Wang Xiaoqiang hadn't decisively fled, he might have already been dragged down into the pond by her.
After quite a long break, the Five Elements Spiritual Springs returned to their places, and Wang Xiaoqiang's heartbeat and breathing stabilized. Only then did he slowly make his way back to the Chicken Farm.
