As soon as Bai Man spoke those words, Su Fan's ferocious, rugged rage dragon almost instantly let out a world-shaking roar, drenching the peach garden with copious amounts of dragon saliva.
But Su Fan still tried his best to endure, preventing the rage dragon from truly roaring.
In extreme restraint, his body even trembled slightly; he had reached the ultimate limit.
Shortly after, he might just heat up and completely agree to it.
Bai Man, seeming oblivious to Su Fan's discomfort, even took his hand and placed it on her round and full peaks to pick the proud snow-cold plums.
Su Fan almost subconsciously wanted to knead and pull.
However, the witch Bai Man, at the very last moment, stopped his hands, making it impossible for him to touch.
"Want to touch?" Bai Man asked Su Fan with a smile.
Su Fan could only clench his teeth and nodded slightly.
