Lin Yan waited for them to speak.
However, the flirtatious woman stopped talking. From time to time, she would look at the distant mountains, then lower her head and smear something on her knees with her fingers.
Lin Yan had been lying down and couldn't see it until now. Only now did he see that there was a piece of withered tree bark spread out on her round and slender thighs. This woman used the withered tree bark as a drawing board and used her fingers as brush strokes.
A blazing red light emitted from the tip of her finger. It was like a red-hot iron bar. Sparks flew in all directions and landed on the withered bark, smearing a charred mark.
The mountain peak fell into silence. Only the mountain wind brushed against their faces, the trees swayed, and the sound of oil splashing from time to time could be heard.
"Ow!"
The petite girl beside him yawned loudly without caring about her image.