Remembering the feeling of holding her just now, where did you put your hand? Now, in retrospect, Fang knows that ambiguity has passed by without knowing it. Her mind is full of her flawless and delicate body like a work of art. At this time, there is no trace of lust in his heart. He can appreciate Zixia's body as a work of art and wonder if he has some potential as a human painter.

"Hey, bad man, what's going on there?" Zixia suddenly roared in his ear, angry way.

Hanzi wakes up from her meditation and looks at her. She is still pink and her cheeks are stained with...