The Empress's study was quiet and tidy.
Tall windows allowed the afternoon light to stream gently through thin silk screens.
A large blackwood desk was piled high with documents, and thick red carpets adorned the floor.
The air in this room carried a subtle scent of sandalwood and ink, now mingling with... another aroma.
Outside the heavy doors, a guard's voice could be heard only as a distant murmur.
Inside, however, the only clear sound was the wet, steady rhythm coming from somewhere.
Slurp…
Slurp…
Slurp…
"Oh~ this is… indeed… relaxing…"
Li Feng let out a sigh of pleasure as he leaned back in the tall chair, his lower robes open and pushed to the side, his legs spread apart in a relaxed, almost lazy posture.
His head lay against the chair, eyes half-closed, breathing slowly and deeply as his hands rested loosely on the armrests.
Between his knees, Fen Ling knelt on the carpet, head stucked to his groin, rising and falling in a slow, sensual rhythm.
