It was by afternoon that XueYa stirred and crawled his way off the bed and away from the snake god.
They still had a day or two of travel ahead to reach Wushu.
XueYa was not immediately needed on deck - but hell if he would let LiangLin poke him ever again with that monstrosity between his legs!
By the time XueYa came to, instead of one hot meat rod poking at his already numb entrance, another hot and heavy item was poking him in between the thighs, nudging at his balls.
"…" XueYa had cursed loudly before he pushed the snake god away.
Who the hell said snakes needed two rods?! One was enough to kill a man!
LiangLin was patting his lashes innocently as he kneeled on the bed, acting as if he didn't know why XueYa fled from his side like he was the plague immortalized.