Lan Suyao, seeing the desire in Li Feng's eyes, smiled slightly, as if everything was going according to her plan.
And feeling the soft flesh beneath her fingers which is something she had always regarded as a nuisance, and noticing Li Feng's gaze fixed shamelessly upon it.
She couldn't help but think inwardly,
'I wonder why most men seem to be so obsessed with this useless pair of flesh?'
She had received all kinds of strange gazes ever since she stepped down from the mountain, and of course, those who dared to disrespect her were already had their little brother or leg broken.
As a peerless talent who had cultivated since childhood, her perspective was fundamentally different from that of ordinary people.
To her, the act of mingling flesh and desire seemed like nothing more than a waste of time and energy.
