Wen Jiaren felt as if her body was about to be sent flying, but then her waist was suddenly gripped tightly, and she was forcefully pressed down. Despite biting her lip, a fine, fragmented sound still spilled from her throat.
Under the moonlight, the shadows of two intertwined figures on the ground clung to each other, indistinct and shadowy.
Suppressed groans occasionally carried low across the distance, as both Muzi and Yangzi came to realize what was happening.
The Resentful Ghost, Yangzi, exclaimed in astonishment, "That man is so injured, and he can still do that?"
Muzi also said, "Exactly, he looked like he was at death's door just a moment ago, how could he still have the strength?"
Hua Zi glared at them in disdain and said, "Is this something only a man can do with effort?"
Muzi and Yangzi, "..."
So the master was actually such a liberated woman, truly beyond recognition!
