Chapter 67

Cheng Anya’s pretty face is white, and ye sanshao raises her chin. Her slender fingers rub against her delicate skin. Her movements are ambiguous, and the pure Yang breath comes to her face. She shivers all over her body.

There was a current running through her back, and the distance between them was too close, which made her have the illusion of being swallowed.

There was a suspicious blush on both cheeks.