"Hmm... this time too, I almost missed it."
Zhiran placed his hand atop the smooth belly of Elder Yan Yue, caressing softly.
"Mmm"
Feeling his touch on her extremely sensitive body, Yan Yue couldn't help but moan slightly, her face as red as it could get.
Her hazy eyes, now clearer than before, focused on Zhiran with complex emotion.
"Don't worry, Elder, with this removal, you should be fine. This should be the last strand of poison inside you."
Seeing her looking at him with an unknown emotion, Zhiran spoke as if assuring her, only to see her roll her eyes at him.
"Stop acting as if you are trying to help me. Can't I feel if there is poison inside or not?"
Yan Yue shoved his hand aside, which was crawling lower and lower, making her restless, before standing up.
This guy was just too much.
Each time, he would use the same trick, asking her that he was removing poison. Then, slowly caressing and making her restless, he would enjoy her body in every way possible.
