"Great Immortal... don't... do it here!"
You Ji grabbed Zhou Chen's hand, full of pleading, Bi Yao was still here, it was really too shameful.
"Alright!"
Zhou Chen picked up You Ji, went to an empty bedroom, and threw her onto the bed.
You Ji felt a slight sense of relief in her heart.
Everywhere around the world is the same. As the Vermilion Bird Saint Envoy of the Demon Ghost King Sect in the Slaying Immortal World, she had seen many dirty and sordid things.
If Zhou Chen insisted on playing with her in front of Bi Yao, she would have no choice.
She knew that many men liked thrills.
Zhou Chen willing to take her to the bedroom, not playing with her in front of Bi Yao, made her feel a slight sense of gratitude.
It seemed Zhou Chen was not too bad, not too perverted.
Smack!
A loud slap suddenly rang out, and You Ji's mature, plump body trembled; her pert buttocks received a heavy slap.
"Perky!"
Zhou Chen rubbed his hands, feeling pleased.
