Every woman's psychology and needs are different. Jiu Mo might enjoy this kind of tormented pleasure, it's reasonable, at most one might say she has a heavy taste. Then, what about Ning Xiaoxian herself? When Changtian used the fragrance technique on her, she initially felt a faint anger, but what happened later?
Later, she couldn't tell clearly herself. Did she actually enjoy it?
Seeing her not speaking or moving for a long time, just staring dazedly at her own legs, Jiu Mo couldn't help but urge impatiently: "Are you done?" Everyone here is a banshee, with keen vision and smell, she must have noticed her anomaly. Although Jiu Mo wasn't a virgin, she wasn't good at discussing such matters.
Ning Xiaoxian woke up from her daze, quickly bandaged Jiu Mo's wound, and took a few sets of clothes from the cabinet for her. Watching her wear them, which fit quite well except the chest area was a bit tight, Ning Xiaoxian couldn't help but praise her.
