Tang Wanzhuang stared straight ahead with her eyes wide open, but she wasn't actually looking at anyone... Her thoughts had already entered the Heavenly Book Illusion Realm.
She was looking forward to Zhao Changhe sticking out his tongue in the illusion, that comfortable feeling.
However, the person she conjured up in her mind couldn't possibly stick out his tongue; from beginning to end, it was the real person in front of her who did so.
Zhao Changhe had no idea about this, only feeling that this supposed master actually seemed more pliable when trying to resist, almost as if she was deliberately giving him a speed boost BUFF. She was too good at this...
So he unapologetically kissed her with relish and even began to get a little frisky with his hands.
At first, he stole a touch here and there, noticing she didn't seem to react much, which emboldened him to start kneading.
Bao Qin stood at the doorway, her eyeballs bulging, petrified.
