Zhu'er blushed and said repeatedly: "You haven't talked for as long as I have, it's as if I'm craving you so much."
Zhang Wuji picked up Zhu'er and let her sit on his lap face to face.
Zhang Wuji said with a wicked smile: "If you don't envy me, it's okay if I envy you."
Zhu'er quickly pushed him gently and said: "Brother Wuji, women are sometimes like wine, which needs dry wood and fierce fire to be conquered; sometimes they are like tea, which needs to be simmered slowly before the flavor can be tasted."
As she spoke, Zhu'er picked up the fine wine that the maids had prepared in advance.
She poured the wine into her mouth.
Then she kissed Zhang Wuji.
Zhang Wuji only felt a hint of heat in his mouth, and then he swallowed the wine in Zhu'er's mouth.
At this point, Zhang Wuji could no longer bear it, "Since you have chosen to go all out, I will grant your wish."
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Outside Yuling Pool, several maids were still waiting not far away.
The sound coming from inside made them blush.
One of them whispered, "I can't believe that the leader of the Ming Cult, who looks so gentle, can be so fierce. Just by listening to his voice, I don't know how many times stronger he is than Batur."
Another maid quickly glared at her.
"Shut up. It's a favor from the Lord that we can save our lives. No matter how careless he is, he will not tolerate others gossiping about him behind his back."
"Don't forget who we are now. Don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to, and don't look at what you shouldn't look at."
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