The small cubicle was quietly still.
Sun Zhe and Feng Ling locked eyes, the air seemed to gradually thicken.
Looking at Feng Ling, who had almond-shaped eyes filled with shy charm, Sun Zhe said meaningfully, "Isn't it that you want it yourself?"
Feng Ling's embarrassment deepened, and she lowered her head in silence.
Every time she thought about Sun Zhe's scorching and pure Yang Qi, capable of searing the soul, she felt her body and mind itch, wanting to go crazy for it.
What captivated her more was the ultimate physical and mental pleasure that also brought tangible benefits, enhancing cultivation.
Suddenly, she understood why even Sect Master Yaorao, an ice-cold and jade-pure fairy cultivating the White Jade Path, would have relations with Sun Zhe.
With Sun Zhe being such a rarity, what woman wouldn't be dazed upon encountering him?
"Hmm... is it possible, Pavilion Master?"
