"Young Master, your previous methods were too rough and lacked any sense of tenderness."
The clay fox licked Her lips, Her gaze sweeping over the goddess before turning to Xu Qing with a smile.
Xu Qing frowned.
"Moreover, that kind of stimulation is only superficial. It's easy to adapt to it. You, my dear, don't understand gods as well as I do, especially not goddesses…"
The clay fox chuckled softly, Her delicate hand trailing down the goddess' neck, slowly moving downward.
As Her hand moved, the goddess' inner vigilance surged, and Her body stiffened. She glared at the clay fox and let out a low growl.
"How dare you!"
Her voice carried the weight of Her noble bloodline, which would have been a strong deterrent to ordinary gods, causing the clay fox's fingers to pause momentarily.
But soon, the clay fox's eyes gleamed with intense excitement. The more the goddess resisted and the more noble She appeared, the more thrilled the clay fox became.
