Jun Heng was still in Fu Shang's chamber. Without his divine powers, even a newly ascended immortal in the heaven realm could kill him. From the high and mighty heavenly Dao to such a pitiful existence.
However, looking at Jun Heng's expression, he did not feel aggrieved, much less regretful.
He was willing to endure it.
"Chen. er, you have to protect me well ..." He leaned on Fu min's side and hugged her from behind. He held the woman tightly in his arms and rested his chin on her shoulder. His thin lips carried a trace of coldness as he left light kisses on her.
The whispers between lovers and their intimate actions did not make Fu min feel repulsed.
Jun Heng's kiss was the same as his personality.
It was cold and hot.
These days, because Jun Heng had lost all his strength, Fu min couldn't scold or scold him. He was afraid that this great beauty would break like a glass doll.
The consequence of conniving was-
This person was insatiable.
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