Rolling to His Feet
Night fell, and a trace of chill rode the evening breeze.
Inside the room, Xi Yun's eyes shimmered like autumn waters as she gazed at Lin Fan standing before her.
She wore a gauzy dress, and her already graceful figure had become even more alluring, like a ripe peach that made one want to take several bites.
Beneath the slit hem of her dress was a pair of long, straight legs, their originally fair skin covered by stockings as thin as cicada wings.
Her breath carried the fragrance of orchids as she asked, "Senior, do I look pretty?"
Lin Fan froze and answered instinctively, "Of course."
Delight bloomed in the woman's heart, and she pouted coquettishly. "Then why are you still unmoved?"
"I've been standing in front of you for ages. Could it be that Senior doesn't like this outfit?"
After spending some time together, she was no longer as restrained as before. Especially after experiencing those exquisite pleasures with Lin Fan, she had become utterly uninhibited.
Almost every few days, she had to spar with Lin Fan.
In truth, it was mainly a matter of constitution. No matter how Lin Fan concealed it, he was an existence at the level of a great expert, and his physique far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators.
Even without Lin Fan absorbing her essence, prolonged contact with him would cause subtle changes in Xi Yun's body. Naturally, these changes were for the better.
That was precisely why she developed more and more desire for Lin Fan.
Lin Fan had originally intended to decline, but a real man could not say no at a time like this.
As the candlelight flickered, the two figures quickly became entwined.
Outside the window, the wind howled. Inside the room, enchanting sounds rose and