They made use of each other, doing basically everything that should be done.
Chu Hao felt like he was about to explode. The lady's skin left nothing to be desired; it was as smooth as silk and as white as milk.
Chu Hao turned into a crazed beast. Ma Qingyu's breathing was hurried as she entangled and battled with him!
Chu Hao growled, "I can't take it."
Ma Qingyu didn't know why today was like this. Perhaps Chu Hao had attracted her from the start, and this was compounded by the drinking.
Just as Chu Hao drew out his Dragon lance, said to rival ten thousand foes, ready to unleash a fiery passion, the full measure of his manhood, and carve out an unrestrained, splendid life...
However, he discovered something extremely familiar beneath him.
Yes! Chu Hao's eyes widened, and he felt like spitting blood. That thing was the Divine Weapon Red Dragon, which he despised most in his life!
FUCK!
FUCK!
FUCK!
This Red Dragon was not your ordinary Red Dragon.
