Thinking of this.
Xu Wendong took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
His movements were gentle yet determined, slowly shedding his clothes, his robust physique gradually revealed.
Each muscle contained a sense of power, the lines smooth and aesthetically pleasing, with the dim light adding an extra touch of sensuality and mystery.
Zhang Nian's gaze unintentionally swept over Xu Wendong's unreserved figure.
Instantly, a hint of shyness quickly climbed onto her cheeks, like the dazzling evening glow at the horizon or a ripe peach, alluringly tempting one to get close.
Her heartbeat suddenly sped up, as if a deer were crashing around in her chest, accompanied by a parched feeling in her mouth.
At this moment, her mind involuntarily conjured up the last time of Dual Cultivation, fuzzy yet profound scenes.
