Inside the small, simple room, the sounds of slow and unhurried wet slurping could be heard.
Li Feng could be seen sitting on the edge of the bed.
His robe hung open, sash already discarded somewhere on the floor.
And right now, a lewd smile curved his lips, lazy and satisfied, as if the world outside the closed door no longer existed.
Beneath him, Purple Death remained on her knees.
Her short dark hair spilled over one shoulder.
That long, snake-like tongue was still wrapped around his little brother, moving with slow, punishing control.
Her purple eyes stayed lowered, refusing to look up, even as her cheeks carried a faint heat she would never admit to.
Slurp…
Slurp…
Slurp…
Li Feng's fingers brushed through her hair as his smile deepened.
"Good," he murmured, voice low and rough.
"Just like that... You're doing so great…"
His fingers slid through her hair, not forcing her, only lingering as if savoring the sight.
"I'm so happy as a man to have you…"
