Lin Suya made a sound beneath him — a low, continuous, trembling sound that was not quite a moan and not quite a sob and contained elements of both.
"HNGH~!! OUNGH~!! IT IS STILL INSIDE~!! WHY IS IT STILL — WHEN DO YOU MOVE~!!"
"When I decide to," he said, without looking away from Wanchun.
"AAANGH~!!"
Wanchun looked at Lin Suya.
At the young woman's arched back, the bare tits, the belly dome, the tears tracking from the corners of her eyes across her temples into her dark hair.
She looked back at Tianlong.
'[Wanchun — Internal]'
'She is eighteen years old.'
'She is eighteen years old and she has his cock inside her and she is crying and her cultivation base is doing something — I can see it even without cultivation sense, there is a glow coming from her midsection that was not there before, pink and gold, and her body is—'
'She came here wanting to be selected.'
'She said it with her whole face on that platform. She looked at him like he was a destination.'
