"Hoo!"
Zhao Xuan let out a long breath, releasing the energy he had been accumulating for over a decade. It was a pity for Xie Lingyu, whose makeup was ruined in the process. The youth was always sentimental.
A moment later, Zhao Xuan let go of Xie Lingyu, who lay on the bed like a heap of mush, her face burning red. He shook the water droplets from his hand, thinking to himself, "Does this count as infiltrating the enemy's camp?"
Chapter 134