Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

Her lips trembled slightly, and there were still traces of his bites on them.

Seeing her strong reaction, Yue Qingge stopped insisting.

His grip loosened slowly, and he whispered soothing words in her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine.

"Yes, I'm your good student, so naturally I'll listen to my teacher, Mom."

Before he finished speaking, he swept Liu Erlong up in his arms. He quickly returned to the bedroom and gently placed her on the soft brocade bedding.

The flickering candlelight cast a beautiful glow throughout the room.

Liu Erlong knelt on the soft couch, her knees sinking into the soft brocade quilt, her knees spread apart, her breasts raised high.

Yue Qingge still held her arms from behind. Her long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

It adds a touch of messy beauty.

"Mommy, I'm coming!"

Yue Qingge's voice was deep and gentle. But his actions were anything but gentle.

The farm tools lingered for a moment outside the lush and juicy Fire Dragon Valley.

It aimed at the damp, muddy valley and then plunged straight into its depths.

The narrow valley was forcibly opened up in an instant, and the fine folds were flattened.

It bit down hard on Yue Qingge, like a greedy little mouth, tight and hot, making his scalp tingle.

With just this one strike, Liu Erlong's mature and passionate Fire Dragon Valley burst forth with juice.

A stream of warm, sticky nectar gushed out, flowing down Yue Qingge's farm tools and dripping onto the brocade beneath her.

That thin barrier was easily breached by Yue Qingge.

Transforming into specks of blood-red plum blossoms, mixed with spiritual liquid, they fell drop by drop onto the brocade, blooming into tiny, crimson flowers.

Liu Erlong instantly raised her long neck, opened her mouth, and a series of alluring sounds overflowed from the depths of her throat.

The sound was sharp and thin, like the song of a nightingale or the meow of a cat, penetrating the hearts of the two of them one by one.

"Ouch!! It's so hot... Stop!"

There wasn't much pain, after all, she was already a mature body.

More than anything, there was the fear of the first invasion and the strange feeling of the Fire Dragon Valley being stretched open by farm tools.

Her body instinctively wanted to resist, but that place greedily sucked at her.

Yue Qingge felt waves of heat pressing down on him.

Liu Erlong truly lives up to her Fire Dragon Martial Soul reputation; the temperature inside is frighteningly high.

The hot, moist flesh rose up layer upon layer from the surface, tight, hot, and wet.

Combined with the squeezing and tightness of the first penetration, he almost lost his balance for a moment.

It was too tight, making it difficult for him to move.

Immediately afterwards, the lines of Liu Erlong's lower abdomen trembled in waves, and the muscles there began to contract involuntarily.

It was as if it wanted to swallow him whole, squeezing and pushing him away bit by bit.

Then he was pushed out.

Yue Qingge looked down and realized that she had been forcibly squeezed out of that place.

He was stunned for a moment, then a surge of competitive spirit welled up inside him—this wouldn't do!

He slowly inserted himself again, this time more carefully and more firmly.

He thrust into those hot, sensual flesh again and again, enduring immense pleasure with each thrust.

It was moist and hot inside, and the secreted fluids were as gentle as hot water.

Applying it to the skin feels incredibly comfortable.

It felt like soaking in a hot spring, or being caressed by countless tiny hands at the same time.

He went deeper, and because it was so tight, Yue Qingge had to use a lot of force.

Each impact sent Liu Erlong staggering forward, and the snow rabbit swayed violently in the air.

His rough treatment of her sensitive flesh caused Liu Erlong's body to tremble uncontrollably.

Soft, fragmented notes kept escaping from her throat, intermittent yet incredibly alluring.

"Gently... Gently... Gently... Ah!!"

When Yue Qingge bumped into a hard, uneven, alluring piece of flesh.

Her voice suddenly rose, like a string stretched to its limit finally snapping and bursting forth completely.

In that instant, her body convulsed violently, her slender waist twitching uncontrollably.

Her head was held high, her mouth wide open, but she couldn't make a sound.

All the screams were stuck in her throat, turning into a hot breath that escaped from her slightly parted lips.

Then, the sounds became unstoppable, one after another, melodious and enchanting, echoing in the quiet bedroom.

It stirs up the most primal desires.

The candlelight flickered, and the bed curtains swayed gently.

Her body was jolted back and forth by the impact, her long hair spreading out like seaweed, drawing messy arcs in the air.

Her face was streaked with tears and sweat, flushed red, with reddened corners of her eyes and slightly swollen lips.

She was like a peony ravaged by a storm, both tragic and alluring.

Yue Qingge felt the burning tightness there, felt the beauty trembling and her delicate nectar, and felt that every pore on her body was screaming.

The voices of the two gradually overlapped, like two intertwined threads, winding and climbing to the highest point.

They touched briefly and then parted, before colliding again violently, creating a scene of sensuality and dampness throughout the room.

Yue Qingge held Liu Erlong's fair arm, her fingertips gently caressing the delicate, snow-white skin on her wrist.

The smile on his face never disappeared; his eyes and brows always carried a sly and triumphant air.

"Mommy, don't bite me." He leaned close to her ear, his voice low and husky, with a hint of mischievous laughter.

"They're biting so tightly."

The playful voice gently entered Liu Erlong's mind, triggering an even more intense reaction.

Her body seemed to exert even more force, the muddy road taut instantly, and every inch of her alluring flesh contracted to its limit at that moment.

It was like a tightly clenched hand, gripping him so tightly it almost crushed him.

Chapter 83 So fierce!

The joy that made her nerve endings relax surged into her mind.

At the same time, she reached the summit, her red lips half-closed.

"Ah...ha...ah...Qingge~I want...to go."

Even the syllables in his voice were trembling.

Then she suddenly leaned back, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall, revealing her fair and slender neck.

Her Adam's apple bobbed slightly, each movement accompanied by a soft, melodious moan.

And the walls along that road suddenly came to life.

The previously regular contraction suddenly accelerated.

It turned into waves of frantic writhing, like thousands of tiny snakes biting at the same time.

Each time it was covered, it trembled along with her melodious voice.

Liu Erlong's lower abdomen trembled incessantly, contracting and relaxing like a frightened little animal, which was extremely cute.

On his flat, firm abdominal skin, beads of sweat slid down the muscle lines, shimmering with a warm glow in the candlelight.

Her two long, slender legs trembled and convulsed wildly in the air, her insteps were straightened, her toes curled up, and each toe was tightly hooked together.

The intense spasms and tremors in my core came in waves.

The violent trembling caused the soft couch beneath them to creak and groan, as if providing accompaniment to the revelry.

Yue Qingge felt that the temperature inside the Fire Dragon Valley had reached its peak at this moment.

It was scalding hot, as if it would melt him.

Waves of heat washed over him, while at the same time, that place kept drawing him in.

The alluring flesh, coiling around each other, launched an attack, accompanied by the tidal wave of heat after the lingering intimacy, like countless tiny mouths simultaneously sucking, swallowing, and intertwining.

Layer upon layer, dense and continuous, without end.

He was eventually captured.

Yue Qingge gasped, letting out a soft exhale through her teeth, before completely releasing all restraints.

Each white breath, carrying scorching heat, struck the deep palace with devastating force, like gushing lava or bursting fireworks.

"It's so hot...it's so intense..."

Liu Erlong cried out in alarm as she was burned, every inch of her tender flesh contracting violently as if she had been scalded.

Her body suddenly leaned backward, then slumped down limply, like a pool of spring water, unable to muster any more strength.

Yue Qingge slowly withdrew from her Fire Dragon Valley.

"Pa Bai"

A crisp sound rang out, particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.

Clear, like the sound of pulling out a bottle cork.

That was the sound of air rushing in when the two bodies separated.

Liu Erlong was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear, and the blush on her face spread from her cheeks all the way to her ears.

Even the snow rabbit was tinged with a faint pink. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Then, her body lost its support, went limp, and she collapsed onto the soft couch.

She couldn't even close her slender legs; her two long, jade-like legs lay limply spread out.

His knees were slightly bent, and his toes dangled weakly over the edge of the bed; he had absolutely no strength left.

She simply lay quietly on the soft couch, burying her face deeply in the pillow, not daring to reveal even a trace of it.

It was as if if you couldn't see him, he couldn't see himself either.

Liu Erlong's "Covering His Ears and Stealing a Bell" Version

Yue Qingge took in everything from the sidelines.

She lay there like a starfish, her full, bare buttocks standing tall in the air like two rounded hills.

Like two ripe peaches side by side, the deep groove between them still bears the marks of the fierce battle.

He gazed at the white spiritual liquid slowly flowing between her bare thighs, feeling an indescribable allure.

The milky white elixir flowed down the snow-white skin on the inside of her slender calves.

It flowed down slowly.

It left a winding trail, like melted butter.

Yue Qingge stepped forward and clapped her hands on the full, round drum.

With a crisp, loud "snap," it was a loud and clear sound.

The full mound rippled with waves of flesh, spreading out in layers, only to return to its original shape the instant his hand left, firm and elastic.

The white liquid flowed even faster, dripping down her legs onto the brocade.

"Ugh... What are you doing?" Liu Erlong's muffled groan escaped from under the pillow, soft and muffled.

Are you feeling quite smug?

Her voice carried a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, and a touch of reproach.