In the palace of slumber.
Lu Chengfeng inhaled the fragrance from the woman's body, feeling parched and dry. At Su Hongxiu's realm of cultivation, her body was as pure as glass, unsullied by a speck of dust, exuding a delicate scent.
Although he had been with the Zizai Celestial Demon before, on that occasion, the other party held the absolute initiative, and he was like a little loach about to be played to exhaustion.
But now...
Su Hongxiu's cultivation was evenly matched with his own. Such a pristine, flawless body and a charming, passionate beauty allowed him to let loose and fight to his heart's content.
"Lu..."
Seeing her clothes slip away to the side, Su Hongxiu couldn't help but let out a murmur, soft and gentle, melting and enticing.
It was like a spark, instantly igniting the already ambiguous atmosphere between the two.
Lu Chengfeng waved his hand, releasing a stream of mana, making the drapes on the moon hook fall immediately.
