"You... why are you like this..." Han Muxue sprawled on Shen Mochen's body like a lump of mud, "How can she withstand this..."
"Xia Qingrou? She's not much stronger than you." Shen Mochen supported Han Muxue with both hands, slowly moving forward, while her body had already been soaked with sweat, emitting an even stronger sweet fragrance of gardenia, "So, for your sake, I should also open a harem, having several people to bear it is better than just one, right?"
"Get lost."
Han Muxue opened her mouth to bite Shen Mochen's neck, but she was too weak at the moment, and it was more like a flirtatious lick.
Although she often secretly watched those not-so-decent videos and novels, she knew that the warriors depicted in those stories were deceiving. She didn't expect that there really were people like those described in the novels...
Just now, she felt like a butterfly in the wild wind, a tiny boat in a giant wave; it was truly an unprecedented experience...
