Yin Qianyue rolled her eyes at Su Fan upon hearing his words.
Then, suddenly moved by a thought, she swiftly turned over.
Su Fan had originally been prepared to strike like a dragon, pressing forward triumphantly.
Yin Qianyue's sudden turn caused his mighty spear to miss its mark, making any further attacks impossible.
Having narrowly avoided a terrifying attack, Yin Qianyue had no time for relief.
Before she could escape, she was scooped up by Su Fan, and the two of them wound up on the ground.
Instinctively, she could only wrap her arms around Su Fan; otherwise, she would have fallen.
In this position, she was utterly vulnerable, forced to absorb all of Su Fan's ferocious assault.
As the relentless rhythm like the beating of drums began, Yin Qianyue was propelled into wave after wave of sustained peaks.
Clear streams splashed continuously, accompanying her body's spasmodic tremors.
Yin Qianyue, who hadn't cried before, was now made to cry by Su Fan's overwhelming force.
