Click.
Li Feng closed the door behind them.
After walking deeper into the house, he turned Purple Death to face him fully. Both hands rested on her hips as he looked down at her blank, beautiful face.
"No one would have thought an assassin from an underground faction would be this beautiful… Tch tch, I almost feel bad and don't want to kill any of them in the future if I encounter one that plots against me."
His hands roamed freely again, cupping and kneading her full breasts, then sliding down to squeeze her plump, supple peach.
Every touch brought that faint but pleasant wave of heavenly acknowledgment.
The more boldly he touched her, the stronger the feeling became.
'It seems there are all kinds of strange Daos, huh…' he thought, shaking his head wryly at this bizarre phenomenon.
But as enjoyable as it was to play with her body, seeing her empty gaze and complete lack of reaction left Li Feng feeling a bit frustrated.
