Fiendish Cultivator of the Yin Yang Sect

Looking at the angry Hua Xuanyin, Chen An found her even more adorable.

She was clearly a Quasi-Immortal King, but she looked like a young girl in her prime. Moreover, when she was angry, she liked to puff up her cheeks and emit a childish aura.

"I only said that your legs are thin. I didn't say that I don't like to touch your legs. Why are you so angry?"

As Chen An spoke, he continued to massage Hua Xuanyin. A pair of restless hands had already moved from Hua Xuanyin's calves to her thighs.

Although Hua Xuanyin's thigh was a little chubby, it still looked slender. He could grab most of it with one hand.

"Hurry up and press it. I still have something to do. The sooner I'm done, the better."

Hua Xuanyin urged impatiently.

These words were actually an excuse. She had nothing to do later and just wanted to be alone.