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

Her serpent was trapped inside, unable to move, and could only be passively squeezed and crushed.

Saliva began to be secreted in large quantities, mixed with pre-ejaculate, overflowing from the corners of his mouth and dripping down the shaft, landing on the soft couch.

Seeing that she wanted to leave, Yue Qingge suddenly rose up a little bit, slightly.

Just a tiny bit.

Hu Liena was caught off guard; the farm tool suddenly plunged deep inside, and she choked.

The throat instinctively contracts, and the muscles in the larynx, like an invisible hand, tightly grip the top, constantly wriggling and squeezing.

In an instant, Yue Qingge reached the edge of her throat.

Feel the subtle vibrations and constant grinding and strangling in my throat.

It was a completely different kind of pleasure, deeper and tighter than the cavity.

Every inch of it was tightly wrapped and taken care of perfectly.

Because Hu Liena couldn't close her mouth, and with the continuous secretion of spiritual fluid, saliva dripped incessantly from her mouth.

A series of glistening threads were drawn from her chin, then dripped down to her front, soaking her clothes and outlining the soft contours of the snow rabbit.

Yue Qingge no longer suppressed himself. He reached out and placed his palm on the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair as he gently pressed down.

In an instant, white spiritual liquid gushed out, trembling, several streams gushing out in succession, instantly filling the warm and soft cavity.

The overwhelming smell made Hu Liena dizzy and lightheaded, her vision blurred.

Yue Qingge didn't dare to really hurt her or leave her with any trauma, so she quickly withdrew.

Soul power flashed across her fingers, and a pale blue light covered her throat, helping her return to her original state.

The swollen mucous membrane gradually returned to its normal color under the nourishment of the soul power.

However, that overflowing spiritual liquid, each time it followed her...

Even a cough will cause a little bit of discharge.

She lay on the edge of the bed, coughing repeatedly. Patches of shadow appeared on the soft couch.

"Junior brother... are you feeling better now...?" Hu Liena raised her head, tears still glistening in the corners of her eyes, tiny water droplets clinging to her eyelashes, her lips swollen and red, with a trace of white residue remaining at the corner of her mouth.

Her voice was a little hoarse, but she still asked him the question immediately.

Yue Qingge's heart softened, and he reached out to pull her into his arms, letting her lean against him.

His palm gently patted her back, soothing her unsteady breathing with tenderness and patience.

"Senior sister..." Yue Qingge rested her chin on her shoulder, buried her nose in her hair, and greedily inhaled the faint fragrance emanating from her.

He murmured unconsciously, his voice like a dream.

Hu Liena regained her composure. She lifted her head from his shoulder, resting her chin on his collarbone, and looked up at Yue Qingge's profile.

The moonlight slanted in through the window, casting a silvery halo on his face.

Her eyes held a mixture of suspicion and concern as she asked softly, "Junior brother, how are you? Are you feeling better?"

Yue Qingge's heart stirred, and she suppressed the lively, romantic thoughts in her heart.

This was a trivial matter for Yue Qingge. He took a deep breath and let reason regain its footing.

"Naturally, with my senior sister's help, it was bound to be comfortable."

"That's good." Hu Liena breathed a sigh of relief in his arms, revealing two shallow dimples.

She pouted her slightly swollen lips, which were still slightly warm from the earlier friction. Her lower lip was more swollen than her upper lip, yet it was fuller and more alluring.

"Junior brother is really troublesome... My mouth and hands are getting a little sore."

As she spoke, she shook her wrist and moved her sore fingers.

She pursed her lips again, and gently licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue. The action was unconscious, yet extremely alluring.

"Then let me give my senior sister a massage as a token of my respect."

The next moment, Hu Liena was placed on the soft couch by Yue Qingge.

Her body gently fell onto the soft brocade quilt, allowing her to lie face down on her pillow.

"Ah!" Hu Liena exclaimed briefly, then instantly accepted her current situation.

She lay obediently on her stomach, her arms crossed in front of her.

However, when you feel the warmth from the glutinous rice egg.

She then realized—my clothes are torn!

She instinctively covered her face, pressing her entire face deeply...

She buried herself deep in the pillow, only revealing a section of her translucent red earlobe and a slender, fair neck.

[A filial piety quest has been issued: Help Hu Liena dispel fatigue, and you will be rewarded with a Qingqiu Fox Essence]

Yue Qingge asked her in her mind with some surprise, "System, you're not pretending to be dead anymore?"

[Please complete the task as soon as possible, host!]

Seeing that she was ignoring her, Yue Qingge stopped paying attention to her.

He focused his attention on the two fair and rounded hills in front of him.

The deep cleavage between the two full, rounded petals is so alluring it tempts one to commit a crime.

He reached out and gently squeezed it with his five fingers for a while, feeling its amazing elasticity and soft touch.

Her skin was like solidified cream; every time you grabbed and pinched it, it would sink in and bounce back, creating visible ripples of flesh.

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Then his fingers moved to other places: his shoulders, his back...

He massaged each area one by one, his fingertips pressing on the sore muscles and his palms soothing the taut tendons.

At the very least, we must not forget our purpose.

Under the moonlight, Hu Liena lay on the soft couch, like a lazy cat.

She let his fingers roam and press over her body, occasionally letting out a soft, comfortable groan.

Time passed quietly like water as the night deepened, leaving only a few faint sounds in the otherwise silent night.

The soft couch emitted a faint, suppressed breath.

As Yue Qingge's fingers moved nimbly, Hu Liena's fatigue gradually dissipated.

His fingertips pressed precisely on every sore muscle, like playing an invisible harp, each note landing on the place most in need of comfort.

Finally, Yue Qingge grasped her Yongquan acupoint, pressed her fingertip against the depression in the sole of her foot, and pressed down with just the right amount of force.

Hu Liena bit her lower lip tightly, sinking it into the soft flesh, swallowing the elegant voice that was about to overflow, only letting out a few soft whispers from her nose:

"Hmm...uh..."

Her body slowly relaxed as the pressure was applied, and every nerve softened.

But Yue Qingge's hand did not stop. His fingers moved upwards and grasped the two small, nascent hills.

Those two fair, round, and full petals resembled two side-by-side snow-capped hills.

Warm, delicate, and flawless.

He gently pulled it outwards, revealing the snow-white buttocks before his eyes. The fair valley was like the purest snowfield, enveloping the pink and alluring flesh.

Like a flower bud waiting to bloom, waiting to be picked.

Yue Qingge gently parted the two pale pink paddy fields with her fingers, her fingertips touching the slightly damp, tender flesh.

His fingers pinched those small, sensitive lips and gently rubbed them until they tingled.

"Junior brother... please stop...!"

The lingering joy of the warmth made her lose all reason, like a flood breaking through a dam and breaching the last line of defense.

Her body struggled violently on the soft couch, twisting her waist and kicking her legs wildly, trying to turn over and escape.

The full-bodied drum swayed from side to side as it struggled.

Then, with a "smack".

Yue Qingge slapped her drum with a light but firm touch, the crisp sound exceptionally clear.

A faint blush instantly rose on her fair skin.

Colored palm print.

This time, she behaved herself.

But glistening tears welled up in her alluring eyes, appearing and disappearing, evoking a sense of pity in one's heart.

"Ahem, Mommy, be good. The massage will be over soon."

"Hmm..." Hu Liena responded sullenly, burying her face back into the pillow.

Yue Qingge's fingers had already parted the two soft patches of soil, slowly probing into that moist and warm secret place.

The moment my fingertips entered, they encountered a thin barrier.

That barrier was like a tightly closed door, guarding the unknown world behind it.

Instead of rushing to break through, he searched the inside and all around for the most sensitive, uneven stones.

With a gentle hook of his fingers, he quickly changed the angle in the babbling brook, his fingertips pressing against a slightly protruding soft spot.

Shunwen found her weakness.

She could no longer control her voice, which first overflowed like a stream.

Then it cascaded down like a waterfall, eventually turning into a frenzied, unrestrained chant.

"Ugh... Master... Brother...!"

The sound was high-pitched and delicate, like a nightingale's song in a valley, or a kitten's meow, seeping into their hearts and stirring their most primal emotions.

desire.

Her body arched suddenly, her slender waist suspended in the air, only her shoulders and breasts still touching the bed surface, a posture both alluring and fragile.

Yue Qingge felt the dampness in the spiritual valley, which was too hot. The layers of alluring flesh were like countless small mouths, constantly and actively receiving his fingers.

It was as if there was a whirlpool inside, constantly pulling him deeper and deeper, as if it wanted to swallow his whole hand.

Seeing that a faint blush had appeared on Hu Liena's back, he stopped teasing her.

As his finger retreated, he casually traced the outline of the hidden little bell.

In that instant, Hu Liena's voice trembled uncontrollably.

The two full, curved lobes lifted upwards, hovered in mid-air for a moment, then fell heavily onto the soft couch with a dull thud.

"No, please!"

Her voice, mixed with rapid breathing, climbed to its peak little by little. Her vision went blank, and all she could hear was the pounding of her own heart.

The road through the Spirit Valley could no longer be described as muddy; it was completely enveloped by the tide. Warm spiritual liquid gushed out, wetting the brocade beneath them and spreading out a dark water stain.

Her body was still twitching slightly, her inner thighs spasming and contracting rhythmically.

[Congratulations, host, on completing the filial piety task. The essence of the Qingqiu Fox has been placed into the system space.]

After the spasms and tremors in her body subsided, Yue Qingge turned her over, exposing her alluring soft valley to her eyes.

Two pale pink petals parted slightly, and glistening dewdrops clung to the flower's center.

His hand slowly withdrew from the inverted triangle, water droplets dripping from his fingertips.

"Mom, I've come to give you a gift."

He lay down close to her, one hand on her small snow rabbit.

He opened his other palm, revealing the essence of the Qingqiu fox.

It swirls slowly in the palm of your hand, exuding a breathtaking aura.

"Mom, here, take this."

Hu Liena's martial soul is just a fox spirit, which is not top-tier, but only at a normal level. Therefore, she has always worked hard in her cultivation, trying to make up for her innate deficiencies.