Diwu Ming had escaped!
Just as Yang Fan was indulging in ecstasy, she suddenly broke free from Yang's grasp, darted to the side, and covered the now muddied terrain with her hands.
Yang was stunned!
This...
She actually couldn't take it anymore.
The barren field had just been reploughed, and it seemed it couldn't withstand such a violent output yet.
"Sister Ming, we can't do this, how could you run away?" Yang asked with a chuckle.
Diwu Ming's face was flushed red, the fiery dress clinging to her waist, making her resemble a seductive rose in full bloom.
After the nourishing embrace of their passionate encounter, she looked even more alluring and charming.
"Fanzi, no more, I can't take it, why don't you turn to Xiao Guan instead, and let your sister rest a bit?" Diwu Ming pleaded, shaking her head repeatedly, "If you continue like this, I really feel like I might pass out. Just now, I could barely breathe."
"So, would you say that I've passed the challenge?" Yang teased.