The scalding torrent finally brought Jiang Xinyu's consciousness rushing back.
Jiang Xinyu gasped for air, her delicate body trembling violently, her voice quivering.
"Ayuan, you let out so much, it almost burned me to death, it felt so good! Oh!~"
Cheng Yuan lay on top of Jiang Xinyu, so comfortable that he could hardly speak.
Even now, the Mysterious Land continued its rhythmic contractions, allowing Cheng Yuan to prolong this soul-consuming, bone-melting pleasure.
It took a full half minute for Cheng Yuan to recover from the waves of afterglow.
Cheng Yuan pulled out and lay beside Jiang Xinyu, his face the picture of contentment.
Wang Yan seized the opportunity and moved closer, trying to grab Cheng Yuan's 'handle.'
Jiang Xinyu had been on guard against Wang Yan. She quickly turned over and lay on Cheng Yuan, her small hand tightly covering Cheng Yuan's 'treasure.'
To prevent Cheng Yuan from being taken advantage of by Wang Yan, that seductive bitch.
