Ya'er sighed softly as she glanced downward.
She saw that her junior brother's weapon had already penetrated into her Immortal Spring Cave.
The fiery sensation was indescribably comfortable.
Initially, she thought it would be painful and bleed a lot.
However, there was neither pain nor blood, leading her to suspect that Lin Zhenghui's fingers had already breached her defenses during their previous Mahjong game.
No matter what, she now felt an intoxicating sense of liveliness, as Luo'er had mentioned, as if her soul was about to leave her body.
"Oh my, what if the brothers pursuing Ya'er find out? Will they cause trouble for our junior brother?" they wondered aloud as they watched Lin Zhenghui's weapon delve deeper.
"Junior brother, how do you feel? Are you enjoying this little game?" they wondered why men relished this kind of play.