The distinct scenes left Ye Qingqing breathless, blushing profusely.
Having just spat out several mouthfuls of blood, she prepared to tidy up the cave mansion and unconsciously tightened her legs.
Sitting back on the mat, out of sight, out of mind, she straightforwardly closed her eyes.
Unfortunately, her actions seemed utterly ineffective.
When her eyes opened, the unbearable scenes over the lake surface were directly projected before her, and when she closed her eyes, those images bizarrely permeated her consciousness, as though omnipresent and continued to appear in her mind.
Sometimes, if resistance is futile, it's better to embrace it; this way, perhaps you might find some unique pleasure within those things.
Initially, Ye Qingqing's cheeks were flushed, her eyes dazed, but over time, her eyes became tranquil and clear like a pool of pure water.
Circular, mysterious patterns began to emerge of their own accord, slowly gathering over her body.
