"Try again..."
"Once more."
After repeating several times, Zhou Wang finally felt satisfied.
At this moment, Miao Ying had her back to him, still tugging at the hem of her shirt. Zhou Wang was moved and directly pulled her tool belt up as well.
At the end of her back's curve, on that deadly three-foot waist, the two small, cute whirlpools that seemed capable of sucking one's soul in were exposed...
Due to the previous movement, there appeared a tiny, mysterious gap below the whirlpools.
Even though there was nothing particularly revealing, this figure crafted by Nuwa's own hands, imbued with primal beauty, was full of a tension that stirred the soul.
The slightly trembling bronze skin seemed to lure Zhou Wang to become an explorer of the deep ravine, to tear off that needless cover, to... catch a glimpse of the ultimate.
Just as Zhou Wang's breathing became subconsciously heavy and his hand instinctively rose, a knock on the door interrupted.
