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A full and satisfying sensation overcame Dashan, and he could no longer control himself.
Feeling a strange sensation on her thigh, as if a handgun were pointed at her, Wu Hongling turned in astonishment and looked at Chen Dashan, "Master Chen, do you understand my problem now?"
"Is there... a suitable mental method?"
Wu Hongling's body trembled, and her speech became inarticulate.
With her red lips slightly parted and her breath coming in rapid pants, the heat surging in her lower abdomen was something she could not control.
"A sliver of heavenly secrets is hard to discern, transience and spirited flights make it hard to enter the gate. The study of fists seems plain, nothing more than large forms and trajectories. Techniques and theories are endless, nothing more than gaining the upper hand and exerting force..."
As Chen Dashan's hands and feet moved, he leaned close to Wu Hongling's ear, his breath hot as he began to recite the Heart Method Mantra.
