Wang Qiu’er stood up straight in Huo Yuhao’s embrace as she spoke. She was tall in the first place, and so they were staring into each other’s eyes as she grasped Huo Yuhao’s shoulders with both hands.

“Have you kissed Dong’er before, Yuhao?” Wang Qiu’er smiled, her exceptionally enchanting face shining radiantly, like a hundred blooming flowers.

Huo Yuhao nodded lightly.

Wang Qiu’er gradually closed her eyes, and her lengthy and curly eyelashes touched her lower eyelids. She raised her head gently, and her red lips seemed exquisite and alluring as she whispered, “Kiss me.”

Huo Yuhao chuckled. He could feel his own weakness. All the strength and might that he had possessed throughout his entire lifetime was coming to an end. They had travelled more than fifty kilometers out within such a short time; not even Titled Douluo could find them unless they executed a large-scale hunt. 

An unspeakable warmth and passion instantly travelled from Qiu’er’s lips. Huo Yuhao was already extremely weak, and he suddenly...