Min Ning discontentedly pinched his collar, moved a bit closer, and in a rare, soft, and intimate tone asked, "Do you smell the aura of a hero?"
Chen Yi was silent for a moment, and after a long pause said, "All I smell is sweat, you're stinking me out."
Min Ning was momentarily stunned and suddenly a bit at a loss,
But, seeing his eyes still ablaze, she snapped back and laughed heartily.
She was soaked to the skin, only slightly dry, yet this lustful ghost was clearly in high spirits.
Having been together for so long, how could she not know that Chen Zunming's experience with women was extensive and wide-ranging, involving indescribable practices learned from who knows where, which even if she had only heard of in passing, left her secretly astonished.
Fortunately, she hadn't stayed by his side for long, not needing to bear such burden.
With this in mind, Min Ning raised an eyebrow, glancing at Yin Weiyin.
Yin Weiyin slightly furrowed his brow,
