Yang Cheng frowned and wanted to pull the dragon out; after all, Yang Xiao was still too young, and he absolutely couldn't allow even the slightest chance of pregnancy.
But Yang Xiao reached out to grab him, speaking in a coquettish voice: "Big brother, give it to me, don't take it out."
"No way!"
Yang Cheng rejected her immediately, forcing himself not to release inside and finally spraying it all over Yang Xiao's face.
"Mmm… all wasted!"
Yang Xiao muttered in dissatisfaction. She also wanted to experience the feeling of that essence entering her body, but he just wouldn't satisfy her.
She dipped her finger in the white murk, brought it to her lips, and with a curl of her little tongue swallowed it into her mouth.
Seeing this, Yang Cheng felt an evil fire surge up in his abdomen again, so he hurriedly lay down on the bed, trying to calm the desire raging inside him.
