If Ni Qingyao had insisted on continuing just now, Yang Cheng would have released immediately, but she suddenly stopped, leaving him between release and restraint, with nowhere to vent his lust.
Yang Cheng was breathing heavily, gripping his weapon and rubbing it against the entrance of Peach Blossom Cave.
"Ah... Xiaochen... Didn't you say we can't do it now?"
Ni Qingyao uttered a coquettish sound, her eyes full of desire.
"Stop calling out, you're driving me to insanity."
Yang Cheng's forehead veins were bulging, yet this woman's seductive voice was making his bones melt.
Knowing that her little mouth was causing too much pain, he had to find another way to relieve himself or he would suffocate.
He rubbed his scorching Dragon Root for a while, and suddenly at the cave entrance, a stream of honey-like liquid appeared, allowing his Dragon Head to push inside with the lubrication.
