Lu Jincheng's hard-earned energy was entirely drained by her actions; she was like a fox that siphons a person's essence, a known danger that one couldn't resist falling into.
"Don't do this." Feeling Yu Qingyue's hands slipping off his pants, Lu Jincheng urged in a deep voice once more.
When Yu Qingyue slid down Lu Jincheng's pants halfway and saw the monstrous dragon head already peeking out from the abyss, Yu Qingyue's face flushed even more. Even though she had already played with it, and knew how massive this fleshy worm was, seeing it with her own eyes was an even greater visual shock.
The purple-red tip was like a fierce tiger, with the slit secreting a trickle of drool.
