The three of them rolled down together to the bottom of the castle wall.
During the roll, Han Xing felt two soft bodies.
Occasionally, he heard a couple of tantalizing moans by his ear.
"Mmm..."
"Ah..."
A moment later, the three bodies stopped rolling and lay on the ground.
The scene at this moment looked somewhat...
Zhang Lianmeng remained in a supine position, pressing on Han Xing's head.
Su Xiaoyang pressed against Han Xing's stomach, and none of the three moved, as if trapped in a curious atmosphere.
Then, the two women suddenly seemed to realize something, their faces flushing red with embarrassment.
They scrambled to stand up from the ground, then lowered their heads with shy expressions.
"Ahem..." Han Xing, lying on the ground, coughed dryly twice.
The two women came to their senses and extended their hands, intending to pull Han Xing up from the ground.
