Seeing him leave,
Jing Lu finally glanced down and saw her still-spilling, large pale breasts.
She then pulled her robe back up into place, tucking her soft pale flesh back inside.
While doing that, she looked at Ning Jianli with a bright smile.
"Say, Sister Ning… what exactly happened in there?"
Ning Jianli froze slightly, knowing what she meant by the question.
Her lips opened… then closed again.
A soft rose color spread across her pale cheeks as the memories resurface.
Li Feng's shameless hands, his confident grin, the way he had casually pulled her into his indulgence in many shameless positions as if her mortal body existed solely to please him.
"T-This… a lot, I guess."
Jing Lu's smile widened mischievously, and she pulled Ning Jianli to sit down where Li Feng had just been sitting, leaning in until their shoulders touched.
"Come on~ Sister Ning," she teased, eyes gleaming. "I could tell from the way you were walking earlier. Something intense definitely happened."
