"Hee hee, vegetable chicken!" Zi Yan stretched out her right finger, slid across Zhang Han's cheek and lips, and teased: "It's only the middle stage of Jindan, I'm already a Nascent Soul, when will I catch up with me?"

"It's pretty skinny." Zhang Han smiled, dragged his hands on Zi Yan's buttocks, embraced her arms, and kissed.

Two minutes later.