Feng Yanshen, sensing her peak, didn't stop. He shifted his weight, moving them from his lap to the large, silk-covered bed.
He laid her down against the soft cushions and hovered over her, his long white hair falling around them like a curtain.
Her useless skirt was bunched up at her waist, leaving her lower body completely exposed to his intense, red-eyed gaze.
Feng Yanshen was stunned. He had seen many things in his long life, but he had never seen a sight as beautiful as this.
Her skin was flushed pink, and her honey pot was glistening, dripping so wet that the silk beneath her was stained. He felt the last of his legendary control slipping away. His heart was pounding against his ribs, and his throat felt dry.
"Are you feeling better now?" he asked, his voice coming out in a low, hoarse growl. "Is it... still itchy?"
