No wonder people say this is Bone Corrosive Poison.
The single bed was somewhat narrow, and the Daoist could now only lie on his side, his chest unobstructedly pressed against the beautiful woman in his arms.
Lingtong fell into a deep sleep.
Her snow-white, lustrous skin retained a slight blush, like a peeled grape that had ripened, her silky black hair spread out on the pillow, emanating a unique sheen.
The mess here bore witness to the earlier frenzy;
Although Lingtong had mechanical enhancements in her arm and spine and had undergone extensive training, even receiving massages from Wang Jixuan, she ultimately couldn't keep up with Master Wang's stamina.
Wang Jixuan watched Lingtong's profile closely from this intimate distance, savoring that sense of satisfaction.
This mental state was indeed very subtle.
He closed his eyes, his fingers gently tracing over Lingtong's shoulder, and his Dao Heart gradually calmed.
