Old ginger is indeed spicier than fresh!
But now, should he charge in?
If he ruins old Li's scheme, what then?
Hmm? Something doesn't seem right.
Li Ping'an suddenly realized something.
He furrowed his brow, pondered for a moment, then slowly stood up again and stealthily peeked into the hall.
The figure beside him also stood up. Under twelve different hairstyles and hair colors, twelve pairs of eyes were fixed intently on the interior of the hall.
The performance art inside had progressed to the point where the two "beauties" were clad only in gauze skirts, belly bands, and undergarments. The atmosphere was seductive, as "Xihe" and "Wangshu" glided around Li Dazhi like two spirit serpents, their bodies continuously sliding.
Li Dazhi wasn't idle either; his large hands casually felt the sensation of the residual soul of the ancient heavenly queen's skin.
But his expression remained entirely serious, his eyes even showing a hint of annoyance.
