With a somewhat nervous thought, Zhu Wenqian continued to stare at the raging rod for a few minutes.
"Yang Wei… he's truly blessed by his lady's luck." Zhu Wenqian grumbled slightly as she lowered her head.
Her face was now just a few meters away from the raging rod.
Zhu Wenqian slowly closed her eyes as she opened her mouth wide.
After a few seconds, she began sticking her tongue out as she touched the tip of the raging rod.
As soon as her tongue connected with the rod, Zhu Wenqian could feel a hot and warm sensation emitting from it.
'If it weren't for the Phoenix Frost Armor pill and the Saint Blood… I doubt Yang Wei would still be asleep from his current condition. It must have been painful to be this erect yet can't solve it at all.' She thought.
Sometime later, Zhu Wenqian decided to be generous and slowly lowered her mouth as she covered the raging rod.