The mighty dragon, with an air of confidence, suddenly bumped into the dragon wearing leopard print underwear.
In an instant, two captivating blushes appeared on Wen Yaxin's face, and she couldn't help but let out a soft, lingering moan: "Hmm~~~"
"Wha...what are you doing?"
Wen Yaxin turned around and glared at Qin Chuan resentfully, her flushed face carrying a kind of dreamy beauty, as if she were drunk.
"Uh..."
Qin Chuan appeared slightly embarrassed: "Accident, purely accidental."
After speaking, he quickly adjusted his position and continued helping Wen Yaxin untangle her hair.
Wen Yaxin's face continued to heat up, and the inexplicable feeling inside her grew stronger.
It felt like a parched land needing irrigation.
Her heart raced, breathing became rapid, and the sensation at her private area—something akin to a need to urinate but not quite—grew more intense.
