"Tell me exactly what happened, Sister Yun Wanqing," Tang Aining asked, her voice laced with both curiosity and apprehension.
She wanted every detail, every nuance, every reaction, even if it embarrassed her to hear it.
Daoist Falling Snow nodded and began recounting the events with precision, her tone calm, but every so often she paused to clarify something significant or to correct Tang Aining's assumptions about what had transpired.
Tang Aining listened intently, her heart beating faster with each word. And then came the moment that made her swallow hard.
"Did you… say that Master Lin Feng became aroused during the process?" Her cheeks burned and her hands twitched nervously. She could not decide how she felt.
On one hand, it was perhaps natural and inevitable for a young, strong, and virile man to react that hard when a beautiful woman had her hands on every inch of his body.
But the idea churned uneasily in her stomach.
