White Tiger.
Honey Spring.
The breathtaking view left Chen Yang dumbfounded. His mouth went dry, and the fiery Yang energy coiling in his gut was stimulated beyond control, surging until he was taut and ready to burst. His pants were stretched high.
Chen Yang hadn't expected Xiao Huiyun to be a 'White Tiger,' completely devoid of any hair. Beneath that smooth, pale expanse, the revealed pink flesh deeply stimulated his nerves. He swallowed hard. The heat that Ma Xiaorong had stoked in him flared, making him want to draw his weapon then and there, to charge into that pink cavern and battle fiercely. This stimulating sight even made him forget that he was supposed to be treating her.
