Before I could even step back, Mùróng Yān actually closed in as well. Like a pair of ravenous wolves, the two women stripped the long bathrobe off my body in the blink of an eye.
I could sense that both Mùróng Yān and Little Green Tea had strange looks in their eyes—a blaze of desire that a flood could not extinguish was clearly burning within them.
How terrifying...
Chapter 40