Within the Innate Tao Embryo, Lu Ning sat heavily on the ground, her eyes full of Qiushui, her face like a peach blossom.
Her breathing was somewhat rapid, as if she felt both cold and hot, and her voice began to tremble.
"Junior Brother, I'm cold, I'm hot."
Lu Ning placed one hand on her chest, tightened her outer robe, although it was to prevent exposure, that coy posture only made her more alluring.
"Junior Brother Zhang, I... I..."
Lu Ning didn't finish her sentence, trembled again, and with a shake of the hand that gripped her collar, she accidentally pulled her robe halfway down.
Her small shoulders were slippery, deliberately so.
With a startled cry, she turned around, but because her skirt hem was pressed against her thigh, it only made that curve more apparent, round where it should be round, slim where it should be slim.
"Ah, Junior Brother, don't look. But I feel so uncomfortable, help me..."
Lu Ning continued with her act of feigned refusal to yield.
