Chapter 305 Why Saints Are Saints

Ning Xiaoling flopped softly on Siwei's shoulder, her upright, triangular ears fluttering pinkly as she breathed. Her nine tails were large and soft, looking fluffy and fluttering gently like cloud fluff, the four paws of the snow-treading softly resting on both sides of SiShi's fragrant shoulders, her round pupils full of weak and begging for mercy, seemingly hoping that this demon lord who was caressing his own body could let himself go.