After a fierce round of "tasting," Luo En, looking at his body covered in scratches and bite marks, and at the rider above who maintained her mounting posture, could not help but feel a surge of anger, and he snorted coldly:
"Where is Brynhild? You should tell me now, right?"
"Guess."
Hela replied teasingly, her gaze flicking over the deeply sunken bed below, revealing a hint of wicked amusement that suggested she was far from satisfied.
Taking advantage of her distraction, Luo En flipped over and seized the initiative.
To dare ride him and disrespect his ancestors, this was no ordinary bad student.
He had to lay down a heavy hand, the teaching whip ready to serve!
"Where is she? Will you say it or not?"
"I won't say it!"
"Smack!"
"Ugh, I don't know~~"
"Smack smack smack smack!"
"Speak, I'll speak..."
