Contains mature/sensual themes
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The worst part was that while she fought him, she still had to keep one hand, one thought, one whole piece of her dignity on her clothing, because she had wrapped it in such a hurry that if she moved too wildly without care, she might end up fighting him and humiliating herself at the same time.
This was terrible. This was hateful. This was exhausting.
Mo Lingxu, of course, noticed everything.
He noticed the way she kept trying to hold her clothing in place while attacking him in fury. He noticed the wet strands of hair stuck to her neck and cheeks. He noticed her tail shifting on the rocks. He noticed that every time he dodged too easily, her eyes grew brighter with rage.
It was all so lovely that his mood became better and better.
At last, Bai Lingling whipped the snake whip toward him one more time, hoping to at least catch him off guard through sheer speed.
