Tang Feng found it a bit strange; if he had been more careful, the incident could have been avoided.
After catching a whiff of perfume, the man's blood boiled instantly. It had been quite some time since he worked, and his body was overflowing; it was time to relax.
So, his hand acted of its own accord.
But the next moment, he was scared.
Something was off; previously, one hand was enough to handle it, but now it was far from enough. Could it be due to cultivation?
Tang Feng relished the beauty, inhaled the fragrance of her hair, and started to feel something.
"Tang Feng, what do you think you're doing?"
A thunderbolt from a clear sky.
Tang Feng jolted; this voice wasn't right. Turning the body over, the next moment, he was completely dumbfounded. How did it end up like this?
"Let, let go already." An Ziqing's shame and anger left Tang Feng stunned.
