"Glowing..."
His lips parted, and he whispered in a voice he could hear himself; when the spoon gently pierced into the porridge, it seemed to burst something, breaking the equilibrium—the faintly swirling light within the porridge vanished without a trace.
He scooped up a spoonful of condensed milk porridge and ate it, and suddenly, the whole place fell into dead silence.
The upper half of the Far Moon General's garments slid off automatically.
He abandoned the spoon altogether, tilted his head back, his neck veins bulging, and took the bowl to his lips, his Adam's apple moving up and down in a gulping motion, apparently indifferent to the heat and burn of the porridge, gulping it down!
Threads of steam rose from Tiqie Xianzuowen's bronze skin.
Moreover, he began to sweat all over his body, and in the blink of an eye, his body was covered in beads of sweat, his already imposing and robust figure now filled with even more masculinity.
