The sound of gushing water faintly drifted from the small compartment.
Sun Zhe looked at Jiang Yushu with a look of astonishment, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
Jiang Yushu covered her blushing face with her hands, too embarrassed to look at anyone. She felt she had truly lost a great deal of face today.
Sun Zhe secretly swallowed, looking at the mysterious, still-gushing grove. This Jiang Yushu really can spray. No wonder they say women are made of water. How can such a delicate body hold so much?
By now, the lush patch of soft, black hair on her lower body was soaked, shiny droplets clinging to it and exuding an indescribable allure.
When the gushing finally stopped, Sun Zhe handed her a tissue.
"Um… Ms. Jiang, you should wipe yourself off first."
Jiang Yushu lowered the hands covering her face, feeling so embarrassed she wished she could sprout wings and fly away.
"I'm sorry, Divine Doctor Sun. You had to see that… I really couldn't hold it in just now."
