Seeing the bottle of potion Chen Che placed on the table, his heart skipped a beat as he held An Nishang's body, feeling the amazing elasticity of her curvaceous form, and softly asked, "Nishang, what is this?"
An Nishang wasn't the kind of woman who turned cold and unfeeling once satisfied. She preferred to bask in mutual warmth after a meal.
The lingering resonance that followed these desires also appealed to An Nishang, so when faced with Chen Che's embrace and deliberate closeness, she did not refuse.
The fearsome woman who terrified countless people in the Ninth Special Zone leaned against him, her melodious voice tinged with a hint of languor, "The Demon Catastrophe Potion you wanted."
Chen Che's body paused briefly before a hint of delight flickered in his eyes.
He possessed a gourmet system that allowed him to create all sorts of uniquely empowering dishes, which was an incredible supernatural ability in itself.
