"Don't call me White Dragon."
White Dragon Trish extended her tongue to lick her lips, eyes filled with desire, and continued to approach Galos.
"I want you to bite my back with your hard dragon teeth, make me feel pain."
"I want you to coil your thick, long tail around my neck, make me suffocate."
"I want you to call me White Scale, trample me, bully me, insult me."
At this moment, she seemed stimulated, her whole body exuding an unusual scent, causing Galos to feel a heat in his body, as if he was poisoned.
"Is she using poison on me? Such potent poison, my resistance is reacting so intensely."
Galos's heart was awed, and he slapped White Dragon's head with his paw, knocking her to the ground, warning, "White Dragon! Stop your little tricks."
After taking a slap, White Dragon somewhat came to her senses.
