At this point, Lin Zhen was certainly not going to listen to her.
The identity of Dong Xuehan was too tempting for Lin Zhen. She was the best among the two races, just below deity level, groaning under him - this intense sense of conquest was enough to drive any man crazy.
And at this moment, Dong Xuehan was also at her most vulnerable.
Her ivory arms, rivaling frost and snow in beauty, weakly pushed against Lin Zhen's chest. Her great abilities were all hampered by her drunkenness.
Under Lin Zhen's fierce thrusts, she quickly ascended to the clouds, her jade-like body trembled, seeming to lose the little strength she had left.
The sounds from her mouth were torn to pieces by his thrusts. The intoxicating murmurs, when reaching Lin Zhen's ears, became the best aphrodisiac.
The woman beneath him was simply top-notch. Even in his drunken state, Lin Zhen could clearly feel the incredible sensation. It was simply indescribable.