"Yang, kiss her hard!"
Ling Ying said with a smile.
"Mmm..."
Wu Yue's lips were caught by Yang Tian's kiss.
She couldn't speak, only stared wide-eyed at Yang Tian.
She also tried to push Yang Tian away.
But Yang Tian held Wu Yue tightly, immobilizing her, kissing her lips, and using Spiritual Breath to draw out clots of blood from her body.
At first, Wu Yue struggled continuously.
But gradually, Wu Yue felt less pain in her palms, so she slowly calmed down.
Seeing Wu Yue not struggling, Yang Tian began to relish Wu Yue's fragrant tongue.
No one knew how much time had passed when Ling Ying suddenly asked, "Yang, how long do you plan to kiss her? Yue's complexion has already returned to a rosy hue!"
"Is that so?"
Yang Tian released Wu Yue, seeing her face flushed red, with her big, dark eyes staring tightly at him.
For a moment, Yang Tian felt a bit embarrassed.
"You pervert, you used saving me as an excuse to take advantage of me, didn't you?"
Wu Yue asked calmly.
