107 Dripping

WARNING: R18!

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"What are you doing?" Fang Yu pushed him away. Is this man planning to rape her? A child!? Of course, she had long forgotten that she was already a five-hundred-year-old cultivator. 

"You started it." Without waiting for her to argue, he pulled her again, this time, he used a bit of force, lifting her small frame as his arms secured her into his embrace She let out a surprised squeal. He leaned in, the scent of the fragrant tea wafted through her. A strand of his white hair fell into his forehead. She gulped, staring straight into his cobalt eyes. His eyes… it seemed too familiar. She couldn't look away.

Mo Li smiled, his face a few inches away from hers. He casually raised his hand and brushed it to her cheeks, trailing it towards her neck and her arm. She shivered. His hand stopped on top of her left breast. She widened her eyes at the sudden ache in the middle of her thighs. This body…