Before Jiang Shouzhong could find the so-called "Coagulation Paste," Zhang Yunwu, who had been raging like a wild beast, suddenly stopped struggling, and the terrifying crimson hue of his eyes gradually cleared.
"Master..."
The man murmured softly, with tears rolling down the corners of his eyes.
Despite her confusion, Li Nanshuang was relieved to sense that the ferocity in the other's presence had faded away.
Could this guy have gone into demonic frenzy?
That shouldn't be the case.
A Second Grade Martial Artist hasn't reached that level yet.
Li Nanshuang, muddled with doubts, suddenly realized that Jiang Shouzhong's hand was still fumbling around inside her clothing, and the young girl realized how inappropriate her earlier command had been in her urgency.
Even through the undergarment, she could clearly feel the warmth of Jiang Shouzhong's hand.
A cloth apart, quite intimate.
