Shen Li's gaze towards Shen Tang grew increasingly hazy, with an indelible, thick desire surging in his eyes. Under the effect of the spray, the emotions hidden deep in his heart had nowhere to hide, exposing the most primitive desires.
His breathing was like a beast breaking out from a cage, or the calm before a storm.
Shen Tang softly spoke,
"Shen Li, hold me."
Shen Li's palm wrapped around Shen Tang's waist, pressing her tightly against his chest.
Their hair intertwined, their breaths intermingling.
A fiery red fox tail wrapped around her calf, gently caressing, slowly moving upwards.
Shen Tang lightly bit her lip, a thin blush on her face, struggling to support her weakening body.
With a trembling voice, she whispered, "Let me see your Nine-tailed form."
The fox tail entwined around her thigh paused, seemingly a bit stiff.
Shen Tang repeated, "Brother Li, I want to see your nine tails, okay?"
The arm resting on her waist suddenly tightened.
