The temperature of the water in the bath seems not to have decreased over time... The room is filled with mist due to the unknown constant temperature design, gradually becoming more dense.
It feels like stepping into a place shrouded in fog, with only vague shadows seen sticking together at the edge of the bath... Occasionally, strange moaning and gasping sounds are heard.
"Sister Long... My body feels so strange... just like last time..."
It's like the sensation of drinking a certain lemon tea — once you take a sip, you can't help but keep sipping, continuously feeling refreshed — and right now, the true dragon of China is in such a state.
At first, the hands were only meant to administer a slight reprisal, but unknowingly they couldn't stop... The hands seemed out of control, the usage of secret technique becoming increasingly skillful.
It simply couldn't stop, couldn't resist...
The feeling of teasing this little butterfly monster was incredibly exquisite.
