664. Spirit of Transformation

The sound was like an electrical ant, flashing by, Xia Feng shook his shoulder and instinctively lifted his waist, exerting effort to struggle left and right.

Yet at the same moment, the silver-haired avatar behind him conjured a silver bristle brush out of thin air, the tip swirling with rosy light, it directly pointed at the center of his raised abdomen.

As if pressing the stop-time switch, Xia Feng's entire body stiffened, his black pupils slowly contracted.

Mu Qingtong sat on Xia Feng's lap, she took the brush from the avatar's hand and continued to grind the tip of the silver bristles around Xia Feng's navel.

Countless clear red lights in the center of the navel flowed outwards, spreading tingling currents rapidly through Xia Feng's body, making him tense and relax repeatedly, unable to resist at all.

The witch avatar's cold indifferent voice circled up from the side of the root of the ear, "Mr. Xia, are you being obedient now?"