"It seems that the mental time in the game is still 1:1, so it's time to be sleepy if you play for so long."

Fang Xian got up and touched the bed sheets, which was still a little wet.

"Ling'er, just go to bed, don't have the bed sheets."

"Um"

Ling'erpu rushed to the bed and began to untidy his clothes.

“…”

"...You hate it, don't look."

"What else can't be seen when I'm married?"

“…I’m not used to it.”

"Then let you get used to it."

Fang Xian rushed to the hungry tiger again and pushed him to the point.

Speaking of the improvement of cultivation in the game, the other party has some subtle influence. The former otaku can at least become a tough guy in bed.

"Puchi...hehe...hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe..."

Two lines of insomnia in the next room slid down from tears: "10,534 sheep...10,535 sheep..."

(Spoiler, the specific and systematic impact will be reflected in vague data after completing the Fairy Sword Game.)
Chapter completed!