Yang Cheng was panting heavily, lying on his side next to Murong Wan, eyes closed, absorbing all the Spiritual Energy.
"Stinking man! Only cares about his own pleasure, doesn't care if I live or die!"
Murong Wan propped herself up and pounded Yang Cheng's chest with force.
Her strength was like a tickle to Yang Cheng, completely non-threatening. He grasped her small hand and kissed it at the lips.
"Thank you for your hard work."
The man's magnetic voice echoed, causing Murong Wan's cheeks to flush. She snuggled into his arms with some dependence, muttering, "That's more like it."
"How much Spiritual Energy did you extract just now?"
Murong Wan asked.
"Only about one-third."
"So that means we have to do it at least two more times!"
Her seductive red lips pouted, her beautiful eyes shifted, and she tentatively suggested, "Why don't we sleep first, so we can extract Spiritual Energy better after resting!"
