"Uh... did my thing... poke you?"
Ning Fan looked at the little girl beneath him with a strange expression. The position in which he was pressing down on her was indeed quite questionable.
His hands instinctively held down the little girl's tender wrists firmly.
His breath, separated by just an inch, unintentionally blew on the little girl's rosy cheeks, and he could smell the faint fragrance of her body.
His body was closely fitted with the little girl's, although still separated by their clothing.
Subconsciously, he moved his body, indeed as if poking at something soft...
"You—shameless!!"
The little girl, flushed with shame and anger, let out a sharp scream. Despite her small size, like that of an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, she suddenly burst with strength. Her entire body emitted a purple-black light, and with a fierce tremor, she created an immense force, directly sending Ning Fan flying into the sky, out of the crater.
