In a closed cave.

Meng Xiaochan was wearing a white dress, and her delicate and beautiful face was full of fatigue.

She looked at her master with a worried look.

At this time, Nangong Mili's face was extremely pale, bloodless, her beautiful eyes were closed, and she was unconscious.

But even in a coma, she still exuded a charming temptation that was fascinating.

Just one look at her would make people imagine, desire, and want to commit a crime.

There was an urge to conquer her and press her under her body.

Meng Xiaochan stretched out her wrist, checked the …