C40 Her concubine's heart is like a rattan

The inner garment was torn apart. The Shura did not dodge, but instead straightened his boiling hot chest. The blood vessels on his chest were like countless red lines extending in all directions like a growing tree with its roots entwined, about to occupy the young girl's heart.

"This... "What is this?" Ling Xuzi had never expected such a situation to occur