"I am very satisfied with the performances of both of you."
In the futile wails of Delanlay, the wet neck of the little Mermaid had already fallen under Fu Qian's control.
Although both tough and slippery, Fu Qian controlled his strength excellently, making its struggles futile while ensuring not to harm the vocal area.
"Honestly, I'm a bit weary of the aesthetic."
After the compliments, Fu Qian scrutinized the fierce face of the little Mermaid.
"Now, looking at this face seems more pleasing to the eye."
"Of course, as the party concerned, you don't seem to think so."
Though it was theoretically a compliment, the little Mermaid was clearly terrified, not knowing how to be grateful, it even stopped screaming.
"Sir, I know you are different from Lann and the others, such a small Mermaid shouldn't hold much value for an existence like yours."
At this moment, Delanlay finally caught his breath and was able to speak again.
